He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

“Ms. Emery, this way.”

Sloane hesitated, then gathered her coat around herself and walked out.

Nobody stopped her.

Nobody apologized.

Her heels clicked across the marble corridor, smaller and smaller, until the elevator swallowed them.

Miles stayed.

“Do you have any idea how this looks?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Expensive.”

He gave me a cold smile. “You think continue reading …