HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

my signature and pledged my inheritance to save a company he claimed to own.

“Then I’ll be very stable.”

His shoulders relaxed.

“Wear the black Dior.”

“The one you like?”

“The one everyone likes.”

He crossed the room and loosened his tie.

“Sloane will be at our table. Don’t make it uncomfortable.”

I turned toward him slowly.

“Would my presence make your mistress continue reading …