"Chloe. Bishop. Chloe."
Xavier Grayson's enraged roar came from behind her, but Chloe Bishop didn't dare turn her head. Her heart was pounding out of her chest.
Xavier Grayson—the man who made all of New York City tremble.
And she had just injured him there.
Chloe Bishop, you've got some nerve!
But regret was already too little, too late. And right now, her exhilaration far outweighed her fear.
Ever since Charles Bishop's car accident, she hadn't let herself be this reckless or carefree. The feeling was electric—thrilling and liberating all at once.
By the time Xavier Grayson stormed out of the hotel entrance, Chloe Bishop was already seated in the car. She rolled down the window just to stick her tongue out and make the most infuriating face she could muster.
Watching Xavier Grays
