Chapter Fourteen
He was staring up at the ceiling, the early morning light sifting through the window. He’d fallen asleep and had woken with his mind racing, unable to get past that fucker Henry Blackwell and how he’d twisted his interest in Ivy. He knew what the guy was doing, eliminating the competition by taking him out and easing Ivy over to his camp, beginning phase one of controlling her. The guy was good, and Chris had never expected that kind of turnabout.
Of course, he hadn’t told Ivy what he’d overheard in the bar. Henry had no respect for her, and it had sickened him to hear him bragging about his plans to change her, control her. She had no idea who she was dealing with, seeing he had everything on his side. He wasn’t handsome, but he had a great career and was already friend
