His Horse Her Betrayal My Billion Dollar Exit
Language: en
It was my birthday. Spencer Reid had just posted on social media, teasing the “big surprise” he had planned for me that evening. A few hours later, I saw the photo. It was of him and his assistant, Hailey Miller, riding one of my horses together. His collar was open, exposing a patch of chest where an angry red cluster of fingerprints stood out against his skin. The caption read: [My first time, thanks to him.] The comments section was a chorus of suggestive jokes: [Jealous of anyone who gets to touch that chest.] [That's a tricky position to master.] Spencer had specifically Liked…