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Claimed By the Wolf (BWWM Erotic Paranormal Romance) (The White Wolf Billionaire Book 1)

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by Candi Jackson


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  Sunset. I had checked my phone obsessively all afternoon, waiting for Grant to call me back. But he didn’t. Once when an unfamiliar number came up on my phone, my heart jumped up into my mouth. But it turned out to be a stupid telemarketer recording promising me an all-expenses-paid cruise if I took the automated survey about food preferences. I couldn’t slam the end call button soon enough.

  A thought popped into my head. If I were going on a cruise, I’d want it to be on Grant’s private yacht. Now that would be something.

  Where was he? I swore under my breath. When I woke the morning after our night of passion, his side of the bed was empty, and a tray sat on my bedside table, with a bagel with cream cheese and a mug of black coffee. Though I couldn’t see Grant, I could hear him. He was in the hallway, already on the phone, discussing the particulars of some business deal or other.

  I closed my eyes and curled up in the silky sheets, and before I knew it, an hour had passed. My coffee was cold, but I drank it anyway. Then I got up and got dressed. Grant was nowhere to be seen, and luckily, neither was any of the huge staff he had to have to maintain this place.

  When I emerged from the bathroom—and I almost didn’t after seeing the marble hot tub and gold faucets—a woman in a business suit and hair in a neat chignon stood in the bedroom. Her nod was impersonal, and she avoided my eyes. “I’m Mr. Beal’s personal assistant. I trust you enjoyed your breakfast?”

  I nodded. What kind of weird question was that? How did she even know about the breakfast—unless Grant had asked her to get it?

  The woman smiled but without any warmth. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, I’m afraid Mr. Beal has already departed for the day, but if you’ll follow me, I’ll show you out.”

  I followed her clicks on the hardwood floor out the door. Then I got it with the force of a freight train slamming into me: she did this. A lot. Grant would take lovers and leave her to make sure they left without a fuss.

 

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