plush leather sofa in Brock's penthouse, a glass of champa

me anymore, Donte

d silence on his end. He had

soft. "Kinsley, don't do this. You kno

ted, cutting him off. "My official resignat

I hun

nings," I said. He clinked his glass agai

es of Boyd & Wagner Architects. The place

in the hallway. She blocked my

she sneered. "I heard you're resigning. Ru

e was pu

e purred, stepping closer. "He said he was so relieved you

my hand flew out and connected with her c

etic homewrecker," I spat,

nd, before her face twisted in fury.

head snapped back and hit the hard corner of a wall. Pain e

d over me, his face a mask of pure fur

ed at the end of the hal

ran to them, crying hysterically. "She attacked me! Mr.

d, pointing a trembling finger at me.

let Donte marry you!" Judd ad

hy did you attack her? Why?" he demanded. "I'm

ront of liars and abusers-and I felt

ignoring the throb

voice steady. "Get

ed at his assistant to have the firm's law

n his desk

ing a pardon. "This is your last chance, Kinsley. Apo

his hand before he could fin

rted to bleed, a single drop falling onto the page. I pressed my

ce triumphant. "And I will make sure no respectable fi

e office slid open. A sleek, bla

ably dressed, and radiated an aura of calm pow

voice cutting through the tension. "Because

ed head, and then looked at the Boyds with co