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.

motion, he pinned Wendy's hands above her

listening to him. She struggled even harder, her lithe, delicate frame twisting like a slippery little

intimate.

to the way she had

tongue. That memory, coup

stoked an unwelcome heat within him. His gaze

a hint of desire.

She froze, her wide, watery eyes staring at him in

breath and released her, sitting up

well,

cut her off with a 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 a blade. She stood

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then why do you care what kind of men I

time to finalize the

the same, We'll each

strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly

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

that, she walked out, leaving him

She was con

gone.

the bed, his broad chest

A storm of anger and gloom clouded his

a