good time, Mr. Yates,

ght through her chest, her heart l

ifted through the call. "Bryson, can you

t there," he

d curtly, "I've got to take my girlfriend

abruptl

ng down from the pole. Agony shot up her twisted ankle, bu

choed relentless

the disaster at Verdancy Lane, Bryson

her had already captured a quick video of her tumble and gleefully posted it to his social media

ed up over a hundred likes. A

ed for a beat, eyebrows

aded Madelyn around at their gatherings. If he hadn't cared, w

ssic Mills-out with the old, in with the new. Truly ruthless. I'm honestly in

brewing online, pressed her lips together and p

o Christopher, her voice measured. "Mr. Yates

, tell me-was that little tumble your version of sincerity? If you weren't

im as he jerked his chin to

rooted to the spot, defiance flickering in her eyes as she

ined to walk away with th

ipping with sarcasm. "Still holding out hope for a collaboration, with that attitude? Dream

floor and cracking it across Christopher's arroga

ly grit her teeth and f

'm sorry, Mr. Yates. I know I let you down.

y brushed her shoes, the plea in her voice raw and

the woman on his lap. He plucked up a strawberry and presse

ith mockery. "Who the hell do you think you are? Didn't you get it? Mr. Yates ca

ted a hand, cutting Jerred

ybe I'll give you another shot," he drawled. "

topher decided to play, it was never innocent-everyone knew his reputation for breaking women and bu

squared her shoulders and met his gaze. "Wh

e couldn't accept blindly-she needed to make sure his so-

ning deep contemplation before a devilish, wic

. Leaning in, he murmured a few instructions. Th

stacked with icy bottles of beer, a massive

uspicion. Did he really exp

one made her s

uicide to

speak, Christopher's voice sliced through the roo

ottle after bottle into the oversized barr

e bizarre scene, her

as Christopher orch