The only thing on Gerald's mind throughout the ride to his house was Desiree and that entitled guy she'd been dancing with at the party.He only remembered Winter's condition once he stopped at his house. Parking, he rushed into the building to find Lola waiting for him in the living room.She told
Gerald scoffed, realizing the bastard was only trying to get a reaction out of him. “Oh Sinclair, don't you think you think a bit too highly of your importance?”But that was a lie. The man's mere presence was making a storm brew through his veins, and he needed something strong to calm it.“Excuse
"So?" Gerald asked impatiently after a few seconds when Damian still hadn't answered his question. "Who's he since you know him so well?""Geez, call down, man. I'm not Kennedy." Damian raised his hands in surrender, yet his eyes were alight with amusement. "Or are you going to challenge me too to a
Sasha ushered her in and closed the door. Desiree walked into the living room to find a movie that had been paused on the TV. Slumping onto the couch, she picked up the large bowl of ice cream that sat on the magnificent wooden centrepiece. She moaned as the first spoonful exploded with absolute tas
Gerald was seeing nothing but red. Holding the folder in his hand, he tapped his foot repeatedly and impatiently on the elevator floor, wondering why the hell the lift was taking so long to arrive at its destination.When it finally dinged and parted its doors, he didn't waste any time storming out
The following day, Gerald paced back and forth outside the Hamilton residence. He had to talk to Desiree, and he had no choice but to wait for her here. He didn't know how her parents would react if he went inside, and he didn't want to risk it either.“Good morning, Alan.” Desiree greeted the secur
“I thought you and Kennedy were together, so when I found out that he was married, I assumed he was making a fool of you. That's why I came to your office—because I couldn't allow it. I didn't know that he's the husband of your cousin, Marlene. Damian just told me last night. I'm sorry about the thi
“I have an appointment with your boss.” Gerald said as he stared down at Desiree's secretary.She looked up at him, her face hard as she opened her mouth. He could see that she wanted to say something, probably comment about how he barged in yesterday without permission.The look Gerald gave her at