Wife by Day, Boss by Night by Thalia Quillspeak

Chapter 162

Brian shut off the water and stepped out, wrapping himself in his plush terry cloth robe, his brows knit in a frown when he saw Gracia hadn’t left.

“Brian…” Gracia began, her voice trembling as she looked up at him.

Brian was running out of patience, fixing her with a stern gaze. “Gracia, you’ve got two choices,” he said, his voice low and firm. “First, you can keep enjoying the perks the Howard family has given you, basking in our favor.

Or second, if you insist on crossing this line and are so eager to get into my bed, fine. But after tonight, you’re to vanish from my life. Now, call the bodyguard to get some birth control pills. Strip off and shower ten times. I’ll be back in two hours.”

Gracia’s face turned ashen. She didn’t want just one night. She wanted a lifetime! But she knew Brian too well. He was a man of his word.

“I’m sorry…” she stammered in panic, “I won’t cling to you anymore. Today… Uriah…”

“If he told you to jump off a bridge, would you?” Brian cut her off sharply, his voice hard,

Brian’s wrath. He had never said such harsh words to

waiting for her to come any closer, “You have one minute to

was his final warning to Gracia, a last

had always seen Gracia as nothing more than Natalie’s understudy, never to be touched. He could give Gracia

believed that Gracia, clever as she was, should understand that she basked in the glow of Natalie’s legacy, enjoying his favor all

to her, and keeping his distance was his line in the sand. She was in

had grown. She wanted to step out of Natalie’s shadow, replace her in his

met his gaze, fear taking hold of her. She rose unsteadily, cleaned her tears, grabbed the key card from the table, and hurried out of

her leave, turned to pick up his phone, and opened

couldn’t find the words when he brought up Natalie’s chat. His thumb brushed over her profile picture, a silhouette against the backdrop of the ocean and a setting sun

had fooled himself into

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