While Cullen lounged in bed and waited for Grace to bolster her bravery, his mind drifted to the dickhead. He hadn’t wanted to waste a second of energy on the cheating bastard, but unfortunately, the moron kept jumping into Grace’s honeymoon like a carnival jack-in-the-box. Cullen didn’t think Grace had twigged yet, but adding the clues together was ridiculously easy. The stolen money, the constant business trips, the shoes tossed over the tree bordering his and Grace’s properties, the shady characters lurking in their neighborhood.
The i***t was hip-deep in the drug world.
The i***t was hip-deep in the drug world.From the little Cullen had seen of him, the dipstick didn’t strike him as the operation’s brains, which meant this situation became a little more serious. Lucky for Grace, she
