“You were asking for it,” Liam called.
“Help me get him off,” Theo roared at Liam. Vanessa’s palm pressed over her mouth and the step-sister gawked, worriedly focused on the madness.
While he was in the middle of yanking his brother around. I slipped out into the foyer, getting as far from the chaos as I could.
I practically flew down the outside steps and looked side to side, but only saw swaying trees. If I took off, I would die of starvation before encountering civilization.
“Are you sneaking away?”
I screamed, rounding to see Caine leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
“Yes, I need to leave.” I peeked behind me and saw no sign of Samuel. “Can you help me get out of here, please?”
He chuckled. “I’m all for making Sam suffer.” He pulled his phone out and pressed it to his ear. “Bring the car to the front.”
A Mercedes hummed as it rounded the drive to pull up to where we stood. Caine opened my door. “Take her home, Hermes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you,” I breathed and hopped in, but before I could close the door, he kept it open.
“Just so you know, Samuel has never brought anyone home.” The corner of his lips slightly lifted like he was laughing at some internal joke.
Then the door closed and the car took off. Thank goodness I hid a spare key under my doormat.
I rubbedmy eyes with my palms, and leaned back in the office chair. Not sleeping last night messed me up. Samuel called and I sent him to voicemail. Then he texted about seeing me tomorrow to discuss our situation. It put me on edge and resulted in a lack of sleep. I’d gotten to work a few minutes ago and I was waiting for my search to populate in the calendar.
Last night was out of some drama. His family was large and full of attractive Alphas. After meeting them all, I took a deep dive last researching them. They were more powerful than I could conjure in my imagination, running various businesses umbrellaed under Astor Industries.
Finally, the results popped up. The prior scheduled flower shop orders . . . it was all different initials, but C.M. popped up a few times.
My heart sank.
Papers shuffled from the desk across from me.
“Did you see the envelope that came for you? LeeAnn came up to drop it off for you, she said someone said it was important.”
I swept my gaze toward my little mail holder and plucked it out. My hand shook as I slid the document out. A Law Office logo was emblazoned on the front, I flipped to the next page. An NDA?
Samuel Astor . . . and my name was on the next line.
My stomach sank to my toes. I scanned the document, getting the gist of what it demanded. Our ‘affair’ as it wasstated would be short term. I would be moving positions with a generous lump sum upon the occasion it ended.
I wanted to vomit.
He’d claimed I was his Scent Match. Looked like that was a lie too.
I forgot to give this to you after I came to visit. It was in Sam’s mailbox—C.M. I couldhearthe cattiness. No . . .
The initials C.M. mocked me from the note.
“Judy, all the flower orders, what are they for?”
She frowned; head slightly turned.
“They’re his lovers. We need to be sure we keep a keen ear out when he’s been intimate with someone. He likes sending flowers to them after every, erm, meeting.”
Vomit came up my throat. There wereso manyinitials. Tears blinded the screen in front of me and I couldn’t help sniffling.
