"What right do you have? He already agreed to your terms, and you accepted!"
That night, Curitis had agreed to his demands just in time to save her.
"Because we're perfectly compatible in bed..." Alexander sneered, his hand sliding down suddenly, grabbing her... Damn woman, she hadn't left him yet? And here she was, constantly calling out another man's name.
"No—" Phoebe's body trembled as she instinctively clamped her legs together. This was a hospital. He couldn't do this to her here.
"You can't go back on your word... Since Curitis already promised to give you the painting, I expect you to honor your agreement and let me go."
Alexander gave her a wicked smile, one that sent chills down her spine.
"You're really that eager to leave me?"
"You're damn right! I want to leave you. I
