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.

hadn’t seen the sky lit

and she didn’t want to

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

hand away and began

silhouette. He had never imagined Megan would

flared within him.

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

up divorce because of Cressida, aren’t you? Can’t you just be

now, he still believed that what had happened back then

either way, Sullivan suddenly found himself aroused. His gaze darkened with desire

beautiful, her skin fair and

he absolutely couldn’t stop after just two or three times. He kissed her tender neck, pressed