CHRISTIAN
Business didn’t stop because of a wedding. Deals didn’t pause for a honeymoon. And I sure as hell wasn’t the type of man to sit around playing house.
I haven't found my reason to, yet.
Vladimir Divostok had been hounding me for days, demanding results, insisting that his wife's runaway lover be found. I hate desperate men.
But I had found him, and now it was time to collect.
I picked up my phone, dialing his number as the call was answered on the first ring.
“It’s done,” I said simply.
“You have him?” His gruff voice filled the line.
“I have a contract in your name, transferring sixty percent of your shares to me like we discussed, and you can come pick him up.”
“Ah, Hilton, you’re a devil.” he let out a satisfied chuckle.
Taking a slow sip of whiskey. “And you’re a foo
