Page 10 of The Passion

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the four most handsome men in London all in one place.” Tori’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“One hot-as-fuck fiancé and three average men I would say is a better description,” Nic grumbles as he immediately stands and walks straight to her, kissing her harder than is probably office appropriate, but we are used to that.

“Feeling a little threatened, are we?” I can’t help but push his buttons a little more. “I must admit, the woman I was with last night wasn’t complaining one little bit about my looks.” Standing up straight, I hear Tori laugh at both Nic’s reaction and my reply.

“So, she was blind then.” Forrest throws his comment in there, and for once it doesn’t even annoy me, because right now my mind is back in bed with a very naked, extremely beautiful Felisha Kentwall.

And without even realizing it, that hard, independent, and control-seeking woman has just wiped every single thought of Elouise from my soul, and I can’t help but wonder what another night with Felisha would be like.

Realistically, I know it won’t happen again.

But damn, I’d love to go back there, just once.

And this time, I’d break down those walls in the first five seconds until there was no way she’d be fighting for control.

Happily, she’d give her all and beg for me to ruin her again, whether she admits I did that last night or not.

We both know last night was like nothing either of us have ever had before.

Pure perfection!

“Flynn, you with us?” Nic is looking at me like I missed the start of the meeting.

“Unfortunately.” Locking down the movie reel in my head of last night, I switch back into work mode.

I need to move forward with the new day.

Chapter Three

FELISHA

Sitting frozen at my desk, my eyes scan over the email that is open in front of me.

The words are making my eyes tear up.

It was fun to watch this recording of you and Flynn Taylor. I’m sure the world would love to see it too.

You have 48 hours to pay £500,000 to stop it from being released online.

“No, no, no, no…” This can’t be happening.

Feeling my life stop and change course forever, the walls of my office start to close around me.

I click on the attachment that is taunting me with its evil implications, even though I know I shouldn’t. My own moan of ecstasy comes through the speakers as I’m looking at the very clear image of Flynn pounding into me. His face is hidden, but mine is there for all to see, in the throes of my purest pleasure.

I close it quickly and let go of my mouse like it gave me an electric shock after what I’ve just seen.

“How could he?” My words come out as a mere whisper, and I feel like I can’t breathe.

I trusted him. Stupidly, more than I’ve ever trusted any other man.

God, I let my guard down with him, and this is how he repays me. Since then, he has consumed my thoughts late at night, taken over my body in my dreams, and now all I feel is a sharp stab of betrayal in my chest.

The lust that has burned in me since that night instantly turns to pure hatred.

My shock quickly dissipates, and raging anger is there to replace it.

The door to my office bursts open, with Harper marching through it and slamming it behind her.

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