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said “To Wayne, From Gabriella. Enjoy.” I wanted to write more, to tell him what a dick he was, along with enumerating all the awful actions of his children over the years, but I reined in the impulse. It would be satisfactory, but it wouldn’t change anything. It could also keep him from watching the video, and I definitely wanted him to see that.
    Assuming the hotel room was mine for the rest of the night, I went ahead and got in bed. I was tired from all the traveling I’d done, followed by the dancing, the sleeping pill, and the sex. Still, his scent haunted me and made it difficult to sleep for a little while. It was only when I cuddled up with the pillow Mickey had used that I was able to drift off to a deep sleep.

Chapter Three
Mykael
    It had been three months since I had seen her, and I’d never expected to see her again. It was a shock when I walked into work that morning and saw curvy Gabriella sitting behind the reception desk of the law firm where I worked. I was a junior partner, so I wouldn’t have had anything to do with hiring her, but I can’t say I would have let her work there if I had known.
    I wasn’t proud of the response, but that was my first impulse. My second was to turn and flee before she could see me, and my third was to man up and walk across the lobby to face her as she deserved. She wasn’t the one who’d behaved deplorably. No, that was me. I cleared my throat, struggling to hide my nerves as I faced her. “Hello, Gabriella.”
    She jerked in surprise before her gaze moved from her computer to me. The flash of pleasure in her expression made my heart stutter, but when it faded to coolness, disappointment surged inside me. I couldn’t blame her for the reaction, but I really wished it had been strictly the first one, her instinctive reaction, that she had stuck with.
    She had been happy to see me, at least for a moment. I wanted to see that expression on her face all the time. I’d spent the last three months fantasizing and thinking about her in various ways, trying to find a way to get her into my life, but ultimately always reaching the conclusion that I couldn’t. It wouldn’t be fair to her, and I didn’t deserve her.
    I had been such a bastard, planning to use and hurt her, and I didn’t deserve the reward of living happily ever after with my curvy black-haired beauty. She wasn’t mine, so I had tried to content myself with fantasies. I’d kept away from her, albeit with difficulty, and she hadn’t known how to trace me, so it had seemed like I would never see her again.
    “When did you start working at Bristol, Williams & Watts?” Watts was the latest edition to the firm’s name, representing my mother, who was one of the three senior partners. She was the first African-American woman to hold the position, and she had proven herself a thousand times over to the white boys who ran the firm. I had high expectations to meet, and I’d always done my best to live up to the belief that I would be as good as my mother.
    Instead, I had ended up an almost-rapist, so blinded by the need for revenge that I’d nearly hurt the woman across from me. Hell, I had hurt her. It had ended up in a blissful haze of sex that I still wasn’t entirely sure how had come about, but it had started in an ugly fashion, and I had deserved whatever she’d wanted to do to me. I certainly hadn’t deserved the gift of her virginity or her luscious body under mine.
    Her expression was still frosty, but her tone wasn’t as cold as I expected or deserved. “This is my second day. I didn’t know you worked here, Mickey.”
    “Mykael.” I gave her the name reluctantly. “Mykael Tyson Watts, junior partner. My mother is Nila Watts.”
    Her eyes widened slightly, and I knew she must have either met or heard of my mother already. Mother was a legend in the firm, and even by her second day, it wasn’t out of the bounds of reality that she would have heard about the formidable woman on the top