He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

I stopped beside a chair.

It was simple. Armless. Upholstered in gray silk. Used for clients who needed to sit while examining documents.

I placed one hand on its back.

“Sloane,” I said.

She blinked at me.

“If you need to choose something meaningful, this chair is available.”

Miles’s jaw tightened.

I turned to Mr. Pierce.

“Please escort Ms. Emery to the lobby.continue reading …