Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 4

“Yeah, my family business tanked, and you throw me a hundred grand a month” Megan said, the bitterness seeping through her words.” But every time I take that check, I feel like… like some cheap hooket; the money was just a token of charity after someone’s had their fun!

Sullivan cut her off, his tone icy. “Is that what you think?“.

He gently but firmly grasped her chin, “What kind of prostitute is that–you don’t even know how to please a man, only capable of whimpering like a kitten! You want a divorce? What kind of life will you live without me?”

Megan winced as he squeezed too hard, raising her hand to push him away.

In a flash, Sullivan caught her wrist, his eyes drilling into hers as he pointed to her bare ring finger, “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“I sold it!” Megan’s voice was tinged with despair, “Sullivan, let’s just get a divorcel

It took all her strength to utter those words.

if she hadn’t seen

had seen them, and she didn’t want to be

be harder, and maybe, as Sullivan said, she’d have to endure others‘ attitudes just for a meager salary,

away and began

her frail silhouette. He had never imagined Megan would rebel

silent rage flared within him.

up and, in a few quick strides, tossed her onto the bed, his tall frame pinning her down. His face was close to hers, their eyes locked,

into her ear, “You are bringing up divorce because of Cressida, aren’t you? Can’t you just be honest, Megan? Mrs. Lowry was what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? Why you don’t want

still believed that what had happened back then was her

either way, Sullivan suddenly found himself aroused. His gaze darkened with desire as he pinched her

beautiful, her skin fair and

or three times. He kissed her tender neck, pressed her hands to either side of her body, their fingers interlocked.