Adonis Praxis Edward.
I chuckle, but like every other time, there’s nothing funny about it.
I glance at my watch. It’s been only a few minutes since that insufferable i***t went upstairs to Maddison’s bedroom. A few minutes too many. What exactly is he doing up there? Trying to sleep with her? Touching her? Filling her head with promises he can’t keep?
The mention of his "condo" confirmed it a 100% guarantee he rented it for that very purpose. I know—no, I’m certain…he rented that place with one intention. her. To claim her. And the only thing worse than knowing that is knowing I beat him to it. On New Year’s of all nights.
I am not a man who sits idly by while an infestation brews in my own home. Which gives me a rather brilliant idea.
I know his father. William Fruger. A tedious m
