He had just finished establishing his dominance over Adrian, making a decisive move to claim his secretary's time and attention. Now, the main complication in his life, his wife, was staking her own claim.
'She's not a real person,' Marcus had said. No traceable records. No history. Yet, here was a very real message, promising a very real presence tonight.
Alexander quickly typed a reply.
ALEXANDER: Where have you been, Adrienne? And don't bother showing up unless you can offer a genuine explanation.
He didn't wait for a response. He tossed the phone onto the plush leather sofa, forcing himself to breathe and regain the detachment he relied on.
Adrienne's sudden reappearance, coinciding with the massive shift in his focus toward Adrian, felt like a deliberate complication. He needed to handle both problems, but only one of them caused his pulse to spike with possessiveness and his hands to itch with the need to enforce control.
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