Page 108 of Best In Class
Until shedidn’t.
When she found out he was cheating—and not with just one woman, but a string of them—she didn’t slink away. She didn’t remainstoicas is expected of society wives. She filed for divorce on the grounds of adultery. She named names, dragging Sam’s dirty secrets into Savannah’s gossip-hungry daylight.
She got more out of him in court than he ever intended to give—more than the prenup they signed had owed her. And instead of quietly slipping back into society’s good graces like she was supposed to, she went and started her own architectural firm. Withhismoney.
The lady has some big, hairy balls!
In Sam’s mind, I’m sure that Savannah Lace was never meant to be a serious competitor to Brennan Architects, but she’s giving him a run for his money.
Brennan Architects is a behemoth: dozens ofoffices, massive institutional builds across the country, and a legacy inherited from his father.
Nina took her brains, her grit, and her Rolodex, and built a boutique powerhouse of fifty employees, and enough talent to keep stealing the kind of clients Sam thought belonged to him by birthright.
He’s been bitter ever since.
He insults Nina at functions, belittles her in whispers, and makes an ass of himself whenever she’s around by letting everyone know that he’s still affected by her. Nina, on the other hand, behaves like Sam is a fly, one she doesn’t even bother to swat away. Irritating, yes, but hardly more than that.
I keep a watchful eye, just in case I might need to intercede. It’s foolish of me to think that women like Nina and Luna can’t handle a man like Sam. They can probably chop him up into little pieces without getting blood on their fancy duds.
And, honestly, Luna doesn’t need backup.
Sheisthe backup.
I watch as Sam says something and Luna laughs out loud. She’s, very obviously, not laughingwithhim.
Sam’s expression goes dark.
I smile to myself. Oh yeah, she’s probably taking a chunk out of him.
Nina says something, her expression amused. Sam looks like thunder.
Now, I wish I was close enough to listen to them castrate the motherfucker with their words.
I see Sam hesitate for a moment, turn, and then stalk away.
I want to pound my chest and tell the world that this amazing woman is mine. She’s fiercely protective of her friends. Not for show. Not for power. But because it’s who she is. The heart beneath the fire.
“Dominic.”
I turn to see the owner of the voice calling my name. A man I loathe.
“A word.” He jerks his head away from the ballroom.
I give Luna’s father a flat smile. “Hard pass.”
He clenches his jaw. “This is important.”
I shrug. No skin off my nose if the son of a bitch wants to talk. He can talk his ass off. I don’t give a shit.
“Why don’t we go to the library.” He’s not asking.
Christ!These people have ballrooms, libraries, and estates! They’re part of the old money structure that Savannah is still being crushed under.
“Lead the way.” I catch Lev’s eye. His chin goes up in inquiry. I shake my head to let him know all is well.
“You don’t belong here,” Nathaniel says the moment the library door closes behind him.
I look around the room. It screams masculinity—dark, heavy, and smug. Leather-bound books no one’s cracked open in decades line the shelves, and the furniture is so old-fashioned it feels musty, despite the sharp scent of polish some poor Steele maid probably used to shine it up for show.
