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Anger, hurt and betrayal surged through Alison. Harker had left her on their wedding night to come to La Petite Mort Club.
“It’s not what you think,” said Harker.
She didn’t even bother to respond. She just stood and walked away. She was leaving. She was getting her stuff and going home to her mother’s house. She didn’t care about the money or Angel Face. She turned down the hallway toward their room. She refused to stay with that asshole for one more second. She stopped at the door to their suite.
“Damn it.” She didn’t have the key. Her purse, phone, everything was in that room. She looked around for a maid, but the hallway was empty. Forget it. She didn’t need her stuff. She’d get the bouncer at the door to call her a cab.
She hurried back down the hallway and into the Cl
