Mr. George laughs slightly. He’s clearly enjoying this conversation, and my misfortune. “Miles would never wear shoes less than $10,000 a pair.” “Even that amount seems conservative,” Mrs. George adds. To me, she says, “You poor dear. You truly had no idea, did you?” “She meant well,” Miles
Garnar and I aren’t the only ones surprised by Miles sudden request. Many of the nearby guests, mostly high society socialites and their eligible daughters, gasp and take more interest in our conversation. I’m not blind. I’ve seen the way the younger single women at this party have followed Miles
At first, I try to maintain a respectable distance, but Miles is insistent. He tightens his hold around my waist, bringing me closer against his firm chest. Like this, our faces are close. I don’t know where to look, so I turn my head away. This puts my ear very near his mouth. I can feel his warm
The accusation startles me. Jealous? There’s no way I could be jealous. Miles and I shared a night of passion, sure, but I have no claim over him. I never did. Even when he were together, I knew it was only for one night. I have no right to be possessive, and therefore physically cannot be jealo
I blink, startled. Remember him? I’m not likely to forget the night we shared together, but that can’t be what he means. That just happened not all that long ago. He has to be referring to something else. But… what? “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I say. “Have we met somewhere befor
Did Garnar go on some kind of rampage and destroy all my lingerie? I bought this specific pair a year ago, when I still had fantasies of making my marriage work. No matter how hard I tried, or how sexy I looked, Garnar always found reasons not to have sex with me. I stopped buying after a while.
I don’t know what kind of sick game Thea is playing, wanting me to tear into her with the rage of her betrayal, but I refuse to play into her childish demands. Despite how much Thea wants me to hate her, I see her only as a foolish child, young and ignorant. Too inexperienced to really know what s
Garnar stares me down for a long moment, his expression dire and intense. But then, his lip curls and he bursts out laughing instead. “You must be joking,” he guffaws. “I’m serious,” I say. “What about anything that is happening right now that would make you think I’m being funny?” He sobers h
“We should watch the rest,” I tell him, though my voice is shaky. “No,” Miles says, more firmly. I breathe a sigh of relief. For my job, I know we have to hear it. But personally, I would like to go the rest of my life without even thinking about Edward Zimmer again. “The numbers are already u
Edward’s response comes in the form of a video message. Crystal set it up on the television on the wall, while Miles and I huddle closer to the screen. Miles holds tightly onto my hand. “Whatever happens. Whatever he says. We will stand against him and we will win,” he says. I believe him. Last
How could I say anything but yes? A thousand times over, yes, yes, yes. I’ve tried so hard since that first night, sleeping with Miles while thinking him a call boy, to not fall in love with him. Yet, as hard as I tried not to, my heart kept pulling me straight back to him. My love for Miles is so
We hold the press conference in front of the headquarters, setting up a podium outside the double doors. The news media organizations have been notified, so they send reporters and cameramen, who have set up around the podium. The release we sent out already told them that the conference would be
Later, I’m going to have to have a meeting and call in all the employees to discuss this. Their care is appreciated, but I need to be able to do my job. For now, though, it seems as if Crystal gets the hint. With a shallow nod, she continues her report. “Mr. Zimmer has been quiet since the inter
Garnar, knowing I was giving a difficult interview tonight, offered to watch the kids. Since they are at Garnar’s house, I expected the house to be empty when I finally returned. Instead, I see Miles’s car parked in my driveway and the additional security staked out around the premises. It’s a rel
Jean was warned about the story, but she still gasped. My eyes went a little wide. We came here to talk about this, but Daphne’s direct wording leaves me speechless. Daphne didn’t come here just to tell a story. She was ready to reveal her truth, once and for all. “Esther and I were victims,” Da
In the Harbinger HQ, in one of the studio sets arranged to look like a fancy living room, Daphne and I sit side by side on a white couch, facing an interviewer, a woman interviewer named Jean, who sits on an arm chair facing us. The setting is intimate, and Jean is a kind, middle-aged woman, who i
“Miles…” Emotion overflows within my heart. There are so many things I want to say, to express – my gratitude, my own affections, explanations about why this has been so difficult for me to accept – yet in the moment, everything gets tangled up in my throat. “Miles…” My tears fall from my chee