From Boardroom to Bedroom

“My father’s will left everything to Miranda,” Sophie started. “My brothers and I got nothing.”

“So you’re seeking revenge as some sort of poor little rich girl?”

Sophie swallowed and blinked back unshed tears. “I know that’s what it looks like, but the money has nothing to do with it. Miranda doesn’t deserve anything from my father. She just married him for the fortune—the ranch and all of its history mean nothing to her. She has my childhood home and everything else that should remain in the Blackwood family.”

Nigel stared at her from the slit in his lids. “So you came here to what? Find dirt on Miranda and then blackmail her into giving you back what you want? That sounds petty and childish.”

“No, it sounds like my brothers and I want our home back. We want to be able to keep that in the family,” she cried. “Miranda doesn’t care about Royal like we do. She has her own life, her own empire. My brother and his wife are expecting a child and we want to carry on the Blackwood legacy.”

Sophie stared at him, waiting for some sign that he understood where she was coming from. That he might get her loyalty wasn’t a bad thing even if she’d made a bad choice.

“And did you find what you were looking for?” he finally asked.

Sophie crossed her arms over her chest. “No. I didn’t find anything negative on Miranda. And I certainly wasn’t looking to fall in love.”

now. You don’t know what love is. You don’t lie to the people you

that she could reach out and place her hand

meant to deceive you,” she stated. “When I applied for the job at Green Room Media, I wanted to talk

got close to me. You slept with me and for all I know that was part of

you’d be working one-on-one with me, I’m sure that just fit right into your deceit. I mean, who better to get gossip from than the CEO? No one in the company

who I was, but by the time I realized I loved you, it was too late for there to be any easy way to come clean. I was afraid

get a free trip

to be over,” she said, her voice softening as the gnawing ache threatened to constrict her. “I know you’re angry and confused and hurting. I also know I don’t deserve to ask anything of you,

the one who threw this all away. You did. You could’ve told me at any point over the

over the promise I made to them. I told my brothers I would follow through and find the information we needed. I didn’t want

would get him to see

she told

all,” he countered. “I

remembered what I said about that single stem, you know my food quirks, you know how well we mesh on a business level. We work together perfectly from