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.

hands above her head

delicate frame twisting like a slippery

intimate.

way she had

tongue. That memory, coup

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

a hint of desire.

the shift almost immediately. She froze, her wide, watery eyes staring at him in

under his breath and released her, sitting

well,

because I spent last night with Jessica instead of staying with you, isn't it? What were you thinking? Did you honestly

his words cutting like a blade. She stood up, her

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do you care what kind of men I spend time with?" Stanley's

time to finalize the divorce. Until then, feel

do the same, We'll each

turned to leave, a thought seemed to strike her. Her bright, clear eyes landed briefly on Stanley's lips, and she

Hawk, maybe practice your kissing skills when you have some free

walked out, leaving him

She was con

gone.

the bed, his broad chest

of anger and

demeanor, casting a dark shadow over