Eleanor’s eyes lit up instantly. She pulled the man beside her forward. “Greet your grandpa.”
“Grandpa,” the young man said.
Lennox narrowed his eyes, taking a good long look at him. “What your full name?”
“It’s Thomas Morgenstein, Grandpa.”
Eleanor looked at Lennox, nervously twisting her fingers.
“From now on, your name is Thomas Sinclair.” Lennox nodded.
As soon as he said that, a smile finally spread across Eleanor’s face.
After leading Thomas out of the private chapel, she gave his shoulder an approving pat. “You did well this time.”
The fact that he’d followed Lennox’s orders and gone to Cloudbrook to eliminate Roy meant he wasn’t completely useless after all.
“I’m impressed.”
But Thomas brushed her hand off. “I’m just taking back what was mine to begin with. Don’t flatter yourself. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
Eleanor was stunned for a second, but her smile never faltered. “If you manage to bring Gregory down, your grandpa will make you the new head of the Sinclair family.
“And once that happens, we’ll slowly transfer the entire Sinclair fortune into our Harrington family accounts. Then, we’ll finally restore our family’s former glory.”
That had always been Eleanor’s plan–to hollow out the monstrous Sinclair family from the inside. Why else would she have abandoned her own children and raised an ingrate all these years?
Now, her wish was about to come true.
Thomas saw the ambition in her eyes but didn’t bother responding “I’m heading back.”
“Back where?” Eleanor blocked his path.
“Work. I’m Anathea’s assistant.”
“Why are you working as her assistant?” That was the one thing Eleanor could never understand. “You don’t need the money, so why lower yourself like that?”
“Yes, I don’t need the money.” Thomas smirked. “But I’m going to take everything that belongs to Gregory.”
Unfortunately, Anathea was far too guarded. He hadn’t been able to get close or catch her off guard. And Gregory, ever the possessive and controlling man, made things even harder.
Still, once he got that official title as family head, the entire Sinclair family would be in the palm of his hand.
Anathea woke in the master bedroom at Sinclair Villa. It was the same room she and Gregory had once shared
The sheets were laced with his clean scent. The furnishings hadn’t changed much, except for one thing. The on painting that once hung across from the bed had been replaced by a large photo of Anathea.
It was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.
Anathea paused for a moment, then glanced at the nightstand, where an opened box of condoms sat in plain sight. Her gaze
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Outside, night had already fallen. The bedroom door creaked open Anathea looked up and saw Gregory in the doorway.
“You’re back.” She smiled at him.
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll head to the shower-
He hadn’t even finished speaking when his eyes met Anathea’s amused, almost teasing gaze, along with the condom wrapper she was holding between her fingers.
Gregory froze for a second. A flicker of awkwardness flashed in his eyes.
“I was wondering why you’d hang a giant photo of me facing the bed,” Anathea said, her voice layered with mischief. “Now I get it. While I was gone, you were lying here, staring at me, and
The rest of her words were completely silenced by Gregory’s deep kiss.
Only when Anathea was nearly breathless did he finally let go reluctantly. He took the wrapper from her fingers and whispered in a husky voice, “I changed my mind. Let’s shower together.”
Before she could respond, he’d already swept her into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
Water streamed from the showerhead, and steam curled through the air. Their silhouettes pressed against each other, skin against skin.
Anathea’s back pressed against the cold tile, while in front of her, Gregory’s body radiated heat. With one arm wrapped firmly around her waist, his lips brushed along the curve of her slender neck.
“Annie…”
“Yeah?”
“Annie…”
“I’m here.”
“I love you.”
From the bathroom to the windowsill and, finally, to the soft sheets of the bed–only when the moon sank behind the clouds did the lingering traces of passion inside the room begin to cool.
Anathea lay curled in Gregory’s arms, absently playing with his fingers.
“What, are you still not tired?” Gregory gently pinched her cheek, which was flushed after their intimacy.
His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, “Wanna go another round?”
