Ex Cried as I Wed a Tycoon

Chapter 2

A faint, golden light illuminated the contours of the man's face, sharpening his

striking features. He looked distant, his expression cool and detached aloof restraint that was both forbidding and irresistibly alluring.

He frowned slightly, about to turn and leave.

an air of

Suddenly, Effie's slender, pale fingers gripped the sleeve of his dress shirt, clinging to him as if he were her last lifeline.

Her heart raced, and the man's unique scent seemed to swirl around her, clouding her senses. Flashes from the private lounge replayed in her mind, and she found herself thinking-if Mitchell could do it, why couldn't she?

"Let go," the man said, his entire being radiating an icy, implacable chill.

"No," Effie replied, her voice as soft and teasing as a kitten's purr, the kind that tugged at your heart and made you want to draw closer.

He glanced down at her, the corners of his mouth curving faintly.

"No? Do you even know what happens next if you don't?" His tone was laced with danger and a dark, magnetic charm.

"Would you be interested in marrying me?" Effie's eyes were rimmed with red, but she gathered all her courage to get the words out.

She knew it sounded insane.

marry. This wasn't a

getting old and always wished she'd settle down. She was supposed to marry Mitchell, but after

to worry, and she didn't want to give herself a chance to look back,

than Mitchell, that cheating

wasn't wearing a ring. Probably

to

to her at all. If anything, it made her feel oddly at

that night, her mind

forcing her to meet his eyes. She took in his refined,

It was him.

you even know who I am?" His voice was low and resonant, thick with a magnetic pull that

head jerked

Lyman Etheridge.

could it

Who was Lyman, anyway?

rumored to have conquered Wall Street at

Lyman was the sort of man socialites lined up

man anyone in their right

lashes trembling minutely. Every instinct screamed at her

met Lyman