The Heartbreak Prescription

Chapter 22

Stanley froze for a moment.

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Wendy lay beneath him, her silky black hair cascading over the crimson bedspread-a shade specifically chosen by Glinda for their wedding room. The red accentuated the creamy fairness of her skin, making her appear luminous, almost ethereal.

There was an air of sensuality about the scene, but the thought of her lying like this beneath another man....

Stanley's fists clenched involuntarily.

He had intended to clarify that the 'delivery' last night was medicine, not a man. But as the words reached his lips, they refused to

come out.

Wendy's cold gaze met his. "Move."

She had ordered him to move.

Stanley didn't budge.

Frustrated, Wendy began to struggle. The memory of him bringing Jessica into his private wing last night flashed through her mind, and it made her recoil from even the slightest physical contact with him.

"Stanley, get off me! After spending the night with Jessica, did you even bother to clean yourself?"

Stanley stiffened in silence.

her head and issued a cold warning, "Wendy,

She struggled even harder, her lithe, delicate frame twisting like a slippery little water

intimate.

was thrown back to the night before, to the way she had seductively clung to him,

tongue. That memory, coup

her current proximity, stoked an unwelcome heat within him. His gaze darkened,

a hint of desire.

her wide, watery eyes staring at him in disbelief. "Are

breath and released her,

up as well, still eyeing

cold glance. "Wendy, the only reason you're this angry is because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you, isn't it? What were you thinking? Did you honestly believe

his words cutting like

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what kind of men

Wendy smiled coolly. "Let me know when it's time

do the same,

strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly on Stanley's lips, and

Hawk, maybe practice your kissing skills when you have some free time. Are you sure you even know

she walked

She was con

gone.

sat on the edge of the bed, his broad chest heaving

anger

a dark shadow