Chapter 43

Adonis was livid with fury at Deaton’s attempt to pull a scheme on him. He couldn’t take it. This contract was way too personal to him. He refused to let it go without a fight. He stepped out of his car and made his way back into the building.

He spotted Deaton at the champagne table, sipping champagne from a crystal flute, obviously pleased with himself.

Adonis clenched his fists and stormed towards him. Deaton caught a whiff of the alpha’s scent and spurned around to face him.

“You stole my pitch,” Adonis spat the words at him. He came dangerously close to him, the tip of both...