Want to win a $10 Amazon giftcard? Fill out the rafflecopter below! If he wants to play ‘let’s pretend last weekend never happened,’ then so be it. I flip off the door but refuse to go chasing after him to demand answers. I plop down in my chair and do my best to pretend the man, who is now my husband, isn’t on the other side of that door, avoiding me at all costs. So much for my thought-out plan of attack. He turns without so much as a word to me and storms into his adjoining office, slamming the door shut behind him in the process. I stare into Alexander’s gray eyes, ready to begin our verbal sparring match, but I never get the chance to say a word. He’s always so put together, and today is no different as he waltzes toward my desk in his perfectly pressed black suit. Our gazes meet as soon as he rounds the corner and turns into my office. I hold my breath as I hear heavy footsteps head in my direction. Most of the employees don’t start rolling in for at least another forty-five minutes, but I know that Alexander is always the first one at the office every morning. I practically leap out of my seat, not wanting to be in a position to be talked down to if it is Alexander. The soft ding of the elevator stopping on this otherwise quiet floor catches my attention. Dirty Royals (A Sexy Manhattan Fairytale: Part Three) - Coming Soon
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