She gritted her teeth in agitation, and when they pulled up at their hotel, she didn’t wait for them or for the driver to help her out. She climbed out and strode through the reception to the elevator. Ignoring them as she waited for them to climb on board with her, she pulled her hand from Kurt’s when he tried to hold hers.
Grateful that the elevator was fast and that it took them directly to their penthouse suite, thanks to the card Sean inserted into the fancy dashboard, she slipped out of her heels and was on the brink of storming over to her room when Andrei called out, “What the hell happened tonight?”
She put the brakes on and turned to him. “What?”
He frowned and held out his phone. Half-expecting to see a picture of her dragging Jennifer Houghton off Kurt’s chest, as well as another glimpse of her tits, she froze when she saw the intimate pictures as she scrolled down the feed.
It was tonight’s event, sure, but there were images of Sawyer kissing her throat, Sean’s hands on her ass, and then Kurt nuzzling into her right at the end.
Fuck.
When she scrolled back to the top to read the captions, she blanched.
US billionairess dirty dances with no less than three bachelors.
It could have been innocent. Could have been shrugged off as nothing but a very drunk woman having a very good time with three men on the dance floor.
But the article?
Andrei ran a hand through his hair. “Horowich must have had a partner,” he stated grimly, and as she stared down at the intimate details of her life that were revealed for the world’s consumption, she knew that the pictures were the Pandora’s box that would bring chaos to her world.
The article was too thorough for a rush job, indicating that, as Andrei had said, someone, be it Horowich or indeed a partner, had been investigating her for a long time for such a detailed and thorough accounting. But the pictures were the evidence that some sleazeball editor had needed to make her and her love life front-page news.
There were no other words she could utter, nothing else she could say than, “We’re screwed.”
TO BE CONTINUED
Author Note
Devon might surprise you.
He always does me.
But as usual, they all tend to bitch slap me.
There’s something strange about this series. It draws me in in ways I’ve never experienced before. Making it easy to write behind-the-scenes glimpses of the Quint lifestyle.
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Thank you for your patience on this one. I know Sean took longer than anticipated, but I hope you enjoyed it.
There’s change afoot for Sascha and her guys… stay tuned.
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Smooches,
Serena
xoxo
Also by Serena Akeroyd
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Until I see you there, here are more of my books for you to read…
The Gods Are Back In Town
Hotter than Hades
The Sun Revolves Around Apollo
Five Points, Hell’s Kitchen
A Screwed Duet
Screw You
Screw Me
Filthy Feckers
Filthy Hot (COMING SOON)
FourWinds
Queen of the Vamps
Kingdom of Veronia
Perry & Her Princes
Her Highness, Princess Perry
QUINTESSENCE
Charmed by Them
Healed by Them
Worshipped by Them
Protected by Them
Loved by Them
QUINTESSENCE: The Sequels
Sawyer
Andrei
Kurt
Anchor Pride Series
Claimed by Caden
McKinnon’s Mate
The Corsakis
Three’s Never A Crowd
Old Enough to Know Better
The Federation
A Menage Made on Madison
La Belle sans La Bete Series
Menage Material
A Thoroughly Modern Menage
Forever Theirs
Secrets & Lies
The TriAlpha Chronicles
Origin
Trinity
Triskele
Triad
Triumph
Trierna
TriAlpha
Los Lobos
The Raw Touch
The Salsang Chronicles (written with Helen Scott)
Stained Egos
Stained Hearts
Stained Minds