Discarded by the Billionaire Claimed by His Rival

Summary

The sheets were tangled around my hips, still damp with heat, when Harrison reached for the silver lighter on the mahogany headboard. A flare of blue flame, the crisp snap of metal, and the familiar scent of Virginia tobacco drifted through the dark penthouse suite.

"Nora," he said, exhaling a thin ribbon of gray toward the coffered ceiling. "We need to end this."

I didn’t need him to explain. I already knew.

Audrey Palmer was back in the city. His high-society muse, the girl who had ghosted his world five years ago, had landed at JFK yesterday morning.