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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“So? You can’t tell me she doesn’t know what she’s doing when she wears those skirts. Her ass is so round. I want to bend her over this table and let all of you watch. God, she’d probably be a dream, spread out for us. A fucking buffet, and the perfect little slut. It’s always the quiet ones. I bet she likes to take it like a whore. A little birdie told me she’s up for partner. There’s no way that’ll happen. Unless she fucks Wallace first. Maybe she already has.”

A cord inside me snaps. I’m blind with anger. Brimming with rage. Before I can think twice, my palm is slamming against the table and I’m on my feet. We passed my breaking point eight sentences ago. Those comments crossed a line and I’m awake now, revving for a fight. Eager to hurt. Ready to inflict unfixable pain.

“You need to shut up,” I snarl, glaring at the perpetrator.

“What was that?” Brad asks. He’s grinning, eyes full of mirth, no trace of remorse to be found. He doesn’t care what he said to his fellow colleagues in a public domain, the brazenness and crassness loud enough for anyone in the building to hear. He’s flaunting it and shoving it down our throats.

I’m two seconds away from lunging at this piece of trash and letting my fists run wild, giving him a piece of my mind and showing everyone exactly what I think about his remarks.

Fucking bastard.

“I said, you need to shut the fuck up,” I repeat, louder this time. I’m done being soft-spoken, no longer the nice guy. I’m a wolf now, snarling in the face of a man I want to destroy for tearing her down. “How dare you sit there and talk about a colleague that way? Would you speak about one of us like that? Is it because she’s a woman? Emma has been here for years—eons longer than you—and does an exceptional job. She’s changed the community, and helps people day in and day out, which is more than I can say for you.” Every pair of eyes is on me, and I power on, unfazed by the attention. “If I ever hear you disrespecting her or any other woman like that again, I’ll make sure they revoke your bar license and you’ll never practice again. Mark my fucking words.”

“Are you going to call in a favor to daddy?” Brad jokes, knowingly hitting a nerve.

I hate when people imply I’ve earned my success because of my father. I love the man to pieces, but all of my accomplishments in life have been on my own, not from his hand.