Countdown to My Divorce

Tyler rested his chin on his hand, elbow propped on the table. He glanced over at them as if he were just an observer, completely uninterested in stepping in to help.

The woman was clearly angry, her face turning bright red. “Don’t get too cocky. He’ll only be interested in you for a couple of days. He’s been with more women than you’ve had meals, so don’t delude yourself into thinking he’d ever waste real effort on you.”

Rachel shrugged, unfazed.

She wasn’t trying to date Tyler. How many women he had been with didn’t concern her. Besides, a powerful and attractive man like him was bound to attract attention. It wasn’t surprising.

“It’s fine. As long as his focus is on me now, that’s all that matters Rachel quipped, smirking.

Clearly taken aback by Rachel’s calm response, the woman shot her one last glare before storming out of the office.

Rachel watched her leave, then quickly closed the door behind her. She checked the time–she still had a meeting with a client

soon.

got straight to the point: “Mr. Hunt, the Oasis Project deadline is

initial refusal. There would have been no real reason to pester

money to help with her situation… She wished to never see him again for the rest

meet his sharp gaze. He usually had a

looked at him, all she could think of was last night. As memories flooded her mind, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. Her ears burned red, and she quickly

her flushed cheeks, Tyler teased, “What’s wrong? Not gonna call me by

just now. Also, I just found

trying to use that as a way to make a deal

tell this man wasn’t the type

if it works, it works. And honestly, I’m running out of

up on the desk. “And? You said

like he

was well known for

your good side. But when I