Page 134 of Wicked Praise

For money.

Money, fucking money.

“It’s always the money. Money, money, stupid money,” she emphasized and heard herself slur. “I’ll give you the money, anyway. You can have all my shares. Fuck the shares. Fuck my father.”

“Is she okay?” the bartender asked.

“Bad day,” Blake said. “She’s my fiancé.”

“Yes! Look at this big fucking diamond!” she exclaimed, lifting her hand. “Do you know how much money this cost? Millions.”

“Come on, let’s get you upstairs,” Blake stated, guiding her off the stool. “I’ve never seen you drunk.”

“I’m not drunk. I’m angry,” Bella slurred.

“Okay, baby, but let’s tone it down. The last thing we want is any photos in the media,” Blake noted.

What?

How dare he.

She stopped in the middle of the lobby and glared at him. “If you’re so worried, then maybe you shouldn’t be here.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Blake frowned down at her.

“My ex-fiancé.” Bella pressed her hands on her hips. “You left. Just like Cain. So just fly home on your fancy jet. It’s all over, anyway.”

Dark, angry eyes glared back at her.

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Rubbed his face, then dropped his arm. “Okay, you know what, we’re both way too drunk to talk, so fuck Hunter, I’m going to show you with my cock.”

Then, as she was trying to work out what this had to do with Hunter, Blake scooped her up, strode to the elevator and punched the button.

It opened, and he carried her inside, pushing their floor number.

“Blake,” she cried, loving the feeling of being in his arms again. Feeling the strength of his muscular chest and big arms.

“No, Bella. Right now, you’re going to do as I say,” he demanded as the doors opened and they made their way into the penthouse suite.

Blake dropped her on the sofa, taking her purse and pulling her shoes off.

“Careful, they’re Louboutin.”

“I don’t care if they are solid fucking gold.” He growled, stripping his clothes off.

Oh, dear Lord, he was gorgeous.

She wanted him. Even if it was just one more time. If only he had loved her, she would be so happy.

Maybe forever.

His muscular golden chest shone in the dim light as he undid his belt and tossed it away. His shoes hitting some piece of furniture and ricocheting away.

“Undress.” Blake ordered her. “Now.”

A shiver went through her as his instruction sent a shot of pleasure to her core. She pulled the straps down and shimmied out of her cocktail dress.

“You’re fucking lucky you have panties on.” Blake growled, grabbing the dress from her and throwing it across the room.

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