into the marbled foyer
without invitation. With purpose, he ignored her and headed straight for her
father’s study.
“Are you always this rude? My
father isn’t home. You’ll have to come back later,” she said at his back.
He turned and smiled. “Did I ask
you if your father was home?”
“No.”
“Then what do you care, Princess?
I have free roam of the estate, so back off.”
Her mouth agape, he quickly entered
her father’s study and slammed the door in her face.
“Of all the…”
She could not quite fathom the
depth of her fury not doing him harm. Therefore, she left the man to his
trespassing. What did she care if he stole whatever he could carry out? It was
no concern to her anymore. This was no longer home to her—alas, the walls of
Hell, nothing more.
****
Mitch watched out the study’s
window Cheyanne’s progress to the rose garden. What had started out as a simple
takeover was gaining a whole new meaning; Cheyanne hell bent on snapping off
the heads of as many roses as she could.
He could well imagine those heads
as his, her actions done in fury. Her face determined; she was plotting
something against him, no doubt.
For the first time in three days,
the pleasure of envisioning her struggles brought a smile to his face. Being
married to the youngest Ribbons was going to be so much fun. Claws, thorns, and
all, he would be wise to find suitable armor against Little Rose .
He may have lied to her about the
details of their ‘marriage’. It wasn’t going to be in name only; that was said
just to get her to sign the damn papers before he aged unnecessarily. Only a fool
would not read a contract involving most of their life.
He shrugged this off before it
got the better of him. He wasn’t marrying a fool; he was marrying a woman worth
billions.
She disappeared around a bush,
and he lost interest in staring out the window, going back to the shambles of
financial records laid out on the desk. Regina was about to marry an idiot, by
the standards of these books. There was so much money wasted over the last four
years, it made the head spin. Obviously, Regina was clueless to what her future
entailed.
Mitch made a mental note to keep
it that way. The bitch deserved a shakeup. She liked wealth, but he wasn’t into
charity. Jessup would get a pittance to his normal tastes. The rest Mitch would
absorb into Lavede Enterprises.
Had Regina not sent daggers into Cheyanne
at every chance she could get last night, he might have felt pity for her. Now,
all he felt was contempt. Two alley cats about ready to scratch each other’s
eyes out, only one of them had started the hissing contest, and Cheyanne wasn’t
that one.
His smile disappeared. There was
an enormous pile of books still to go through and he did not have all day—even
if his eyes were drawn back to the window, looking for one more glimpse of a
rose more dangerous than imaginable.
****
One week passing, then another, Cheyanne
did not care if she ever saw the whites of his eyes. Her life was in a shambles
and her ability to change this fact was nowhere near her grasp.
Minute by minute, the hours
dragged on. Joe would leave for University early in the morning. Louise went
off to her charity functions or expensive shopping trips. Mitch would arrive
around ten; work on the books all day, which had him growling every night. He wasn’t
sociable to anyone, at least not with the last name of Ribbons. The stupidity
of Jessup and his inevitable lack of corporate knowledge were aggravating the
man, more than anything else.
She did not question his actions,
feared the raw power he possessed, so she held her tongue. The longer he took
to sort through the mess, the longer it would be before she had to lower her
dignity and marry the man.
She would be no more glad to be
his wife, than she would another spider bite; of which, she’d endured twice. In
fact, she could easily grow to hate him, even loathe him. Her greatest desire
was he should
without invitation. With purpose, he ignored her and headed straight for her
father’s study.
“Are you always this rude? My
father isn’t home. You’ll have to come back later,” she said at his back.
He turned and smiled. “Did I ask
you if your father was home?”
“No.”
“Then what do you care, Princess?
I have free roam of the estate, so back off.”
Her mouth agape, he quickly entered
her father’s study and slammed the door in her face.
“Of all the…”
She could not quite fathom the
depth of her fury not doing him harm. Therefore, she left the man to his
trespassing. What did she care if he stole whatever he could carry out? It was
no concern to her anymore. This was no longer home to her—alas, the walls of
Hell, nothing more.
****
Mitch watched out the study’s
window Cheyanne’s progress to the rose garden. What had started out as a simple
takeover was gaining a whole new meaning; Cheyanne hell bent on snapping off
the heads of as many roses as she could.
He could well imagine those heads
as his, her actions done in fury. Her face determined; she was plotting
something against him, no doubt.
For the first time in three days,
the pleasure of envisioning her struggles brought a smile to his face. Being
married to the youngest Ribbons was going to be so much fun. Claws, thorns, and
all, he would be wise to find suitable armor against Little Rose .
He may have lied to her about the
details of their ‘marriage’. It wasn’t going to be in name only; that was said
just to get her to sign the damn papers before he aged unnecessarily. Only a fool
would not read a contract involving most of their life.
He shrugged this off before it
got the better of him. He wasn’t marrying a fool; he was marrying a woman worth
billions.
She disappeared around a bush,
and he lost interest in staring out the window, going back to the shambles of
financial records laid out on the desk. Regina was about to marry an idiot, by
the standards of these books. There was so much money wasted over the last four
years, it made the head spin. Obviously, Regina was clueless to what her future
entailed.
Mitch made a mental note to keep
it that way. The bitch deserved a shakeup. She liked wealth, but he wasn’t into
charity. Jessup would get a pittance to his normal tastes. The rest Mitch would
absorb into Lavede Enterprises.
Had Regina not sent daggers into Cheyanne
at every chance she could get last night, he might have felt pity for her. Now,
all he felt was contempt. Two alley cats about ready to scratch each other’s
eyes out, only one of them had started the hissing contest, and Cheyanne wasn’t
that one.
His smile disappeared. There was
an enormous pile of books still to go through and he did not have all day—even
if his eyes were drawn back to the window, looking for one more glimpse of a
rose more dangerous than imaginable.
****
One week passing, then another, Cheyanne
did not care if she ever saw the whites of his eyes. Her life was in a shambles
and her ability to change this fact was nowhere near her grasp.
Minute by minute, the hours
dragged on. Joe would leave for University early in the morning. Louise went
off to her charity functions or expensive shopping trips. Mitch would arrive
around ten; work on the books all day, which had him growling every night. He wasn’t
sociable to anyone, at least not with the last name of Ribbons. The stupidity
of Jessup and his inevitable lack of corporate knowledge were aggravating the
man, more than anything else.
She did not question his actions,
feared the raw power he possessed, so she held her tongue. The longer he took
to sort through the mess, the longer it would be before she had to lower her
dignity and marry the man.
She would be no more glad to be
his wife, than she would another spider bite; of which, she’d endured twice. In
fact, she could easily grow to hate him, even loathe him. Her greatest desire
was he should
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