Discarded by the Billionaire Claimed by His Rival
Language: en
The sheets were tangled around my hips, still damp with heat, when Harrison reached for the silver lighter on the mahogany headboard. A flare of blue flame, the crisp snap of metal, and the familiar scent of Virginia tobacco drifted through the dark penthouse suite. "Nora," he said, exhaling a thin ribbon of gray toward the coffered ceiling. "We need to end this." I didn’t need him to explain. I already knew. Audrey Palmer was back in the city. His high-society muse, the girl who had ghosted his world five years ago, had landed at JFK yesterday morning. Naturally, he was scrambling to…