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painful, Chloe. I can’t do this.” Eli stands and backs away from her like she’s a venomous snake.
    “You pushed me away, Eli. I did nothing wrong. I would’ve walked to the end of the earth for you.”
    “I know,” he whispers and then makes his way to the elevator. She watches it close once again and crumples in a sobbing mess. His words were short and left no opening for interpretation. He walked away, pushed her away, and brought her straight into her eighteen-year-old self when she was left begging for him.
    Leaving the asshole who didn’t want her any longer was the hardest thing she ever had to do, and now he’s recreating the whole fucking scene for her to relive once again. This time the joke’s on him. Chloe stands and wipes away the final tear she’ll ever shed for a Sterling. And this is a promise she intends to keep.
    Chloe Thompson can be as bullheaded as they come when she sets her mind to something. Again, she enters the elevator and floor twenty-five with the pass code the attendant used earlier. This time when she enters the hotel room there are several voices yelling, not just orgasming whores strewn about.
    The four brothers stand facing each other. Chloe is one hundred percent sure not one of them is listening. The blonde whore sneaks past the roaring lions and slips on to the elevator before any of them notice her. Chloe decides to take a seat back at her breakfast plate and enjoy the delectable pastries that were sure to have cost a fortune.
    When the men silence for a few seconds, Chloe takes the opportunity to speak.
    “Could we please get to business? I have a very full afternoon,” she lies.
    Four pairs of eyes stare back at her, and it’s obvious they missed her re-entrance. Each Sterling takes a seat and begins piling plates high, with the exception of Eli who reaches for a bottle of water.
    “So, what was so urgent that you needed me here this morning?”
    Cole speaks up first. “We all agreed you’d be best for the job with your strong personality and fighting attitude. We want to get you acquainted with our expectations for the clubs. They need to be spot-on to the ones on the East Coast.”
    Chloe pulls a notepad from her purse and begins taking notes.
    Cole continues as she scribbles down details, and the others listen. “The only reason we signed this contract is because we all agreed that having an extra set of eyes and ears on site would be beneficial to all. We need you to become as familiar with Made To Sin as possible.”
    Chloe only nods and continues to write. There’s a brief moment of silence when she looks up and goes in for the kill.
    “Boys, you made the right choice. You’re correct in the fact that I’m a fighter.” Chloe’s eyes narrow in on Eli’s. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, can hold me back or break me. I think there’s been a huge misunderstanding. I’m the Chloe Thompson who grew up in your hometown, dated Eli, and lost her virginity to him. I’ll fight for your fucking club to get the advancement I need in my career.”
    Chloe snaps her notebook shut, stuffs it in her purse, and then grabs the bit of pastry on her plate. Her heels are deafening as she stomps from the table straight to the elevator. She has no clue if that’s the only business the men have with her this morning, but it’s the only time of day she’ll allow them.
    And by god, she knows her ass looks luscious in the white pants and would love to turn to see all four of their jaws hanging open, but won’t give them the satisfaction. Fuck you, Sterlings, and thank you, Sterlings, for boosting my career.
    The knife of all knives was stabbed in her back for the second time when Eli walked away, so if he wants to play this game, she’s in. All in, and ready to win.

 
     
     
    “No fucking way,” Dax blurts out as soon as the elevator doors close. “No fucking way that’s Chloe Thompson. She used to be so plain. I popped a fucking boner grinding with her last night.