CHAPTER THREE

      Damian

      STUNNING. EXQUISITE. BREATHTAKING.

      Three inadequate words that sprung to mind when I first saw Neve Nolan in my hotel bar two years ago.

      Three words that still didn’t do justice to the woman staring me down with fire in her eyes and determination etched into her captivating face.

      My unfettered reaction to her then had propelled me to do the unthinkable. I’d dropped my guard. Put myself in a situation I’d known I’d regret the next morning without taking into account how much. Or the mess it would create in the wake of slowly uncovering the truth of what had happened the night I’d supposedly betrayed Gideon.

      The growing possibility that I might have been drugged by someone I’d trusted had fucked me up worse than I’d imagined.

      Long before that night in Boston, trust had been a shitty mirage I’d given up on. Once upon a time I’d had an innocent child’s trust that my parents would stick around, deliver a modicum of care and attention in a family seething in dysfunction and strife. They hadn’t.

      My only truth was hard work and the bone-deep knowledge that everyone in my life had an agenda and a price.

      Unsurprising, therefore, that I’d been in a worse than dire mood when Neve had crossed my path.

      I’d been reeling from the possibility that there might not be a way of repairing the bridges I’d burned, and my encounter with Neve couldn’t have come at a worse time. Compounding my mistakes by repeating them, by succumbing to that filthy temptation when I should’ve hit the button for my penthouse suite instead of the one that led to Suite 6799... Well, that had been yet another demon I’d been prepared to live with.

      But regardless of my personal foibles, I wasn’t a Mortimer in name only. Regardless of my mood, I’d achieved what I’d gone to Boston to do—assess the viability of merging one of Mortimer Group’s smaller but hugely successful companies with Cahill Hotels, and a lesser known outfit. I’d advised Cahill to reject the bid from Cephei in favour of another hotel chain who were a better fit. The Cahill deal was one of many successes that had fattened the family coffers while I’d continued to search for truth and answers.

      Now, three long years later, my investigators had exhausted every avenue to find the evidence of Penny’s treachery.

       Now Gideon would be forced to listen.

      Acid bitterness bit deep, as it did every time I remembered the consequences of letting down my guard.

      That particular mushroom cloud still hung above my head, contaminating my every interaction. My family hadn’t exactly shunned me, but it was probably because they didn’t know the full truth.

      I sucked in a breath, pulled myself together and refocused on Neve.

      She’d signed on the dotted line to participate in Raider’s Den before I had been made aware of her involvement. By then it had been too late to...what? Get her thrown off the show? Further complicate my life with a possible lawsuit?

      She wasn’t thrilled to see me. Perhaps I could use that to keep her at arm’s length despite the havoc her close proximity was already wreaking on my libido. Because it was becoming clear that my chaos-loving demons might have severely compromised my judgment when we’d first met, but my body’s unfettered reaction to her when I’d walked into this room today was brazen evidence that the chemistry that’d compelled me to her suite that night still raged strong.

      Hell, she was even more spectacular now than she’d been two years ago. My dick had surged to life at the first sight of her, and the damn thing hadn’t subsided since.

       Well, too bloody bad.

      I was done empire-building on this side of the Atlantic.

      My mouth twisted at the thought of what Great-Grandfather Mortimer would’ve made of my particular situation. Probably slapped me on the back with pride that I could still make millions for the family trust even with betrayal staining my bones, my personal life in shreds and my soul in tatters.

      I stared into the slate-blue eyes assessing me. She was up to something. The fire burned too bright in her eyes, for starters.

      Unfortunately that fire only reminded me of the blaze we’d created, the thrilling noises she’d made when I’d fucked her. As crashing and burning went, the all-night-long fucking in her suite had singed deep, left an indelible mark on my cracked soul.

      To make matters worse, the downside of my stringent no-booze-thanks-to-Penny ban meant every sizzling second of our encounter was seared into my memory. Every slide of Neve’s silken skin, every hot gasp as I’d rammed into her unbelievably tight pussy had echoed in my head for a very long time after I’d walked away from her. For weeks, I’d sported a hard-on that had abated only after a teeth-clenching jerking off.

      In another time and place, she would’ve been a prize worth pursuing.

      Not today.

      Not with a very personal, way-past-due goal of righting wrongs in front of me.

      Neve Nolan, with her magnificent body draped in clothes that displayed her very fuckable assets, would be resisted on every front.

      Her lips moved, drawing my attention to her plump, lightly glossed mouth. The memory of sliding my cock between those lips, the enthusiastic way she’d sucked me off, almost drew a groan from my throat.

      I frowned. ‘Beg your pardon?’

      ‘I said your phone’s buzzing. You should get that. No doubt your highly exclusive presence is urgently required elsewhere,’ she said dryly.

      Yeah, she was seriously pissed about something. Absently, I reached for my phone. One glimpse of the London number and every ounce of my focus shifted.

      Chest tightening, I started to press the answer button. Then hesitated.

      Neve was watching me, had most likely caught whatever was reflected on my face. I schooled my features. ‘I need to take this. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for the first day of filming.’

      Her brisk nod belied the curiosity in her eyes. I watched her walk away, unable to stop my gaze from roaming her backside and jaw-dropping legs as she left the room.

      The insistent buzz dragged my attention to the phone.

      Aunt Flo. As close to a mother as I could get despite my own mother being alive and well.

      I stabbed the answer button. ‘Did you get my message?’

      ‘You have better manners than that, dear boy,’ she snapped.

      I breathed out slowly. ‘It’s been a testy morning.’ My patience was running thin on all fronts.

      ‘It’s been a testy few years for us all.’

      My fingers tightened around the phone. ‘Regardless, the stonewalling ends now. It’s time.’ The oppressive guilt wasn’t getting lighter. It suffocated me even more these days, the passage of time an amplified klaxon I could no longer ignore.

      No matter what had happened that night three years ago, it was time to face it.

      ‘Some would say it’s too little too late. Or too much too soon, depending on which side of the fence you’re standing.’

      ‘Too bad if my timing isn’t convenient for everyone,’ I snapped, frustrated anger licking through me.

      She