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As the first act of a 1950s-style rock ‘n’ roll medley draws to a close and I finish the last dregs of my dirty martini, Paddy appears. His bicep is tight under the short sleeve of his white cotton shirt and his messy dark waves are tucked behind his ears. There’s a full glass of what looks like champagne, golden and lightly effervescent, on his tray.
“Hey lady, you look better than you did this morning.”
“Wish I could say the same about you.”
He shakes his head with a short laugh. “So listen, your man there asked me to bring this over.” He gestures to the full flute with a flick of his head.
I look to the bar and see a group of six—three men, three women—huddled by the barstools, laughing. “Thanks but you know the score.”
“No drinks from strangers,” he says in a mocking, bored voice that sounds almost mid-yawn. “I told him what you’d say.”
“Yet you’re still standing here with a drink for me?”
His cute smile pulls on his pink lips and his sapphire eyes twinkle. “Well, he tipped me more than I’ll earn in my shift to bring you this particular drink.”
“What is it?”
His smile turns to a mischievous grin. “Before I tell you, I have to know. If I’d have asked you out for, you know, a date or whatever, would there have been a chance?”
I cock my head to one side. “You mean, would I have been your rebound ex-pat?”
He laughs. “To be sure.”
“I don’t think two broken hearts make a whole one, Paddy.”
He nods, one curt move. “It’s Pol Rodger 2002,” he says, placing the drink in front of me with a small napkin that’s been folded into a triangle.
My stomach tightens as I take the napkin and unfold it. I’m holding my breath as I read the one word written there.
I press my hand to my chest to control my pounding heart and turn back to the bar.
He stands at the bar, leaning on one forearm, sipping from a glass that I know is filled with Scotch. His white shirt is rolled up to his elbows, three buttons open at the top. His muscles flex through the cotton as he moves. With one leg bent and resting on the low rail around the bottom of the bar, his cream chinos are pulled tight across his firm arse.
As if he feels my eyes on him, he turns, and those intense brown eyes lock on mine. The world stops turning, the room fades to nothing around us.
God, I love him.
“I take it you’re good with Pol Rodger?”
“The Pol Rodger?”
I drag my attention from Gregory to Paddy and process his words. “Yes. Sure. Fine.”
“And I take it that’s your heartbreaker.”
I don’t know whether I shake my head or nod or do neither. Paddy moves away as the most mesmerising man I’ve ever met walks towards me.
Pull yourself together, Scarlett. Now!
I’m looking up through my lashes as he reaches my table.
“Scarlett.” I’d forgotten how my names rolls off his tongue like velvet.
I subtly drag air into my lungs holding his stare. I won’t blink first. “Gregory.”
“You look skinny,” he says, finally breaking eye contact, giving me permission to close my lids.
“You flew five thousand miles to insult me?”
He reaches down, sweeps up my champagne flute and sips. I watch his throat as he slowly swallows the bubbles. My lips part.
“Actually, it’s more like three and a half thousand,” he says, placing the flute down on the table and sliding it towards me. “And no. I flew here because I don’t care to be called a son of a bitch.”
“That’s right. You don’t like the truth, Gregory, do you?”
The faintest sign of a smirk rises on his tantalising lips. “It’s funny you should mention that because the truth is one thing I came here to address.”
“Well, that would be a first.” My words are much more confident than I feel. He’s rugby tackled me sideways, but I sit back into my seat and cross one leg over, sipping Pol Rodger.
His brows furrow. He pouts. God, I want to bite his lips. “The other thing I came to address is that goddamn attitude of yours.”
I scoff a little too theatrically. “Thanks for the champagne, Gregory, but you might as well leave now because I won’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth.” My chair scrapes along the floor as I stand. “Excuse me.”
Marching past him, I make it out of the bar to the landing. Thumping the lift button, I glance nervously between the bar entrance and the four lifts. “Come on,” I say through my teeth, my foot bouncing, my bare arms folded around my stomach.
“Don’t walk away from me, Scarlett. I came here to set you straight on a few things and you’re going to listen to what I’ve got to say.”
Vengeful Love: Black Diamonds
Book 3 of Vengeful Love
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I loved him with all of me.
It wasn’t enough.
Gregory Ryans was everything I wanted, but he didn’t trust me with the truth.
When I walked away from him, I should have known Gregory would follow. For a man like him, walking away—no matter the odds—is never an option.
He’s come to offer me the deal of a lifetime: his heart. All his secrets. Him. Forever.
But at what cost?
The past refuses to stay buried. There are things about his family, dangerous things even Gregory didn’t know.
This time, we'll have to fight together to save what we’ve built. To show our enemies that love like ours can’t be destroyed.
I believe that.
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He's a devastatingly handsome, filthy-rich CEO. She's a high-flying London lawyer. All it takes is one boardroom pitch. One hostile takeover.
Vengeful Love is darkly suspenseful, sinfully sexy white-collar romance at its very best.
I've always walked the straight and narrow—following the rules, never straying from my chosen path.
Until Mr. Sexy Bazillionaire CEO Gregory Ryans walked into my life. It was only supposed to be business, but one brush of his wicked lips against my skin changed everything.
I can't deny what this man inspires in me. I'll do anything he asks…even help destroy the enemies from his past.
But he's hiding more than he's telling me.
When our love leads to tragedy, there's no going back. Gregory's past is trying to kill our future.
They say love can bring a person to their knees.
I've just proven that vengeful love is the strongest force of all.
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