“Kane!”

The fucking bastard.

It had to be his doing, because there was no way she was getting all this because she was ‘pretty'—not like she wasn't—but it was unusual.

But that should explain it.

The random favors that she encountered, like whoever she met, always seemed to meet one of her pressing needs.

The anger was rekindled, bubbling over with a ferocity that threatened to consume anything and everything, and right now she wishes it would be directed at the man involved.

Fuck!

She should have known she could never escape him; she had been doubting him, but this was Kane; the man would always have his way.

But...