The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 28

Hot and Cold 

“Out,” Angelique ordered.

Jane looked around her at the concrete and glass towers, the busy city street, the tightly packed pedestrian paths. “Where are we?”

“Oh, dopey Doris,” Angelique purred. “We are at the center of the universe. Get the f-k out the car and come along.”

She grabbed Jane by the elbow and propelled her into one of the glossy buildings, past the reception desk and into an elevator, and swiped a card before prodding the very top number on the long, long columns of numbers.

When the elevator opened, Angelique pushed Jane out into a lobby where the floor was the sort of slippery tile that every woman in high heel shoes viewed with dread, and past the receptionist who muttered into her headset even as her eyes followed Angelique’s passage into the bowels of the building.

They moved through a wide hallway flanked by meeting spaces and rooms where flustered looking people stared at computer screens in consternation, through to a double door, which Angelique shoved open with her hip before half throwing Jane into the chamber so that Jane staggered and fell.

Baron sat at a desk near a wall of windows and stood upon their entry, tugging his waistcoat down, his eyebrows pulling together, and Jane realised that the glossy tower was his building from which he ran all the various branches of his business: the center or the universe indeed.

“What the f-k Angelique?” He demanded, striding around his desk, and picking Jane up off the carpet.

days, and you can f-king f-k her to your heart’s desire, get her fat with your litter, so that we can get the f-k on with what we‘re here to do.” She turned on her heel and clipped out of the

down at Jane and offered her his hand. She refused it, standing by herself. “Jane…” He

 the outline of her hand appear on his

through her teeth. “I hate you, Baron Western. I hate you for making me believe that this was a love match. I hate you for f-king raping me on our wedding night. I hate you for humiliating me by keeping a mistress after you married me. I hate you for forcing yourself on me during my first heat. I hate you for having your mistress drag me to the f-king doctor to have my implant removed against my wishes. And I hate

so that her back was against his chest and his hand closed over her mouth. “I am tempted to let you continue,” he breathed into her ear. “But there is just so much to unpack from what you have said that I expect that if I did, we might never end this

he released her mouth. “From

down onto the

breathed into her

not know when his stroking turned into sex, but, before she knew it, he had dragged her jeans down her legs and had thrusted into her, face down on the carpet of his office. She

fingers clenched into the carpet, and felt him follow, his cry harsh, and then the sink of his weight over her. “So,”

as she pressed her face into his carpet. She cried until she passed

around her, her pulse leaping in her head, the primal rhythm

stroking its fabric down over her body, twisting and turning before

her was an insistent voice to stay home, to lock herself into her room, but the other voice was louder, and she wanted to dance somewhere with

her, and his expression shifted. “Madam,” he said, his voice tight. “You

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