Page 38 of Alpha Bait

Runaway

RICH

"You're angry."

She dropped her purse on the chair and shrugged her pea coat off her shoulders.

"Angry doesn't begin to describe it."

"Nice heels. Sexy. Your ass looks great in that dress."

She smiled.

"Thanks. My ass is the last thing I want to talk about."

"Right. The anger. Come."

I wrapped her in a hug and kissed her forehead, then her cheek.

"Killer work day?" I asked.

"You can say that."

"Were you followed?"

"Not this time."

"Good."

I leaned down and kissed her.

"Feel better?"

"A little. I need another one."

I kissed her again.

"Mm. Perfect."

She pulled away but kept her arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"It's... my brother."

"Jamal?"

She nodded.

"What's wrong?"

"I know you two used to be close but... he's different, Richard."

"How so?"

"He's drunk off of power. He's losing his mind."

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He wants me to get married."

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