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really surprised her was that he wasn't fucking her. Yet.
    His lips find hers and there is no pretense that it is anything
but a battle of wills, a clash of power and the undeniable pull between them. His
tongue fucks into her mouth and she shudders, hating that she's on the verge of
climax, just from the press of his body and skillful thrust of his tongue.
She's wet, all creamy heat and he hasn't even slid those clever fingers between
her legs. She arches against him, a silent plea and he pulls back, nipping her
lower lip as he does. Stares down at her with eyes that glitter and gleam.
Amused.
    The bastard is fucking amused.
    "Tell me what you want." He orders, adjusting his still
hard dick and stepping away.
    Her cheeks burning, she drags herself off the desk and affects a
cool facade to match his own.
    What does she want?
    "Make it go away, Jacobs. I want her free of this shit, with
no blow back on either of us. Tre didn't deserve her and he needs to vanish,
and let her starting putting her life back together."
    His head tilts as he examines EJ. She doesn't flinch.
    She's never flinched. Maybe that's why he can't resist her.
    His finger comes up and snags a lock of midnight black hair. Curls
it around his finger. When he tugs, it's hard enough that any other girl would
whimper.
    She just stares at him, not giving an inch.
    He smiles and releases her. He doesn't need an inch.
    "If you do this--nothing will be the same. You
understand?"
    Fear flickers in those lovely cool eyes and then she smirks. And
he nods. "Fine. Get Charlie."
    EJ's breath rushes from her and her shoulders sag just a little
with relief. He hides his smile and reaches out, catching her arm in a vise
grip as he murmurs, "I will fuck you tonight, Ella."
    Swallowing her whimper and the urge to rub her thighs together,
she rips free of him and slips out of the study to the sound of his erotic
laugh.
    "Charlie?"
    Charlie blinks at her slowly and she drops to her knees next to the
couch. Shakes her friend's knee. "Jacobs is going to help us," she
says clearly.
    Charlie blinks again and Jacobs produces another shot of scotch.
"This is what we're going to do."

 
    Chapter 4

 
    The city is awash in whispers. Police arrived at Charlie's
expensive, too clean mansion, taking pictures and asking questions. She makes a
few appearances, at her father's firm and in her own office, and once at the
club with EJ.
    She avoids her friends and the reporters who scream their
questions, as if oblivious to the fact that she's a shattered wreck.
    Tre is missing. That is the story that everyone is repeating. That
the brilliant bachelor who won Charleston's reigning queen B has vanished. The
smiles and sympathetic platitudes come pouring in, and so many people call she
eventually silences her phone and turns off her computer. When Jacobs swept
into her living room, he brought with him two burner phones and instructed them
to call him using that phone only.
    It’s the only thing she’ll answer, and only because EJ is the
other end of the line.
She can’t quite fathom that Ella Jane Munro has become her lifeline.
    The door swings open as she finishes folding her clothes, tucking
them into her Michael Kors luggage that Tre had given her for their honeymoon.
Her stomach pitches unpleasantly, and she puts a hand on the handle of the
leather duffle bag, steadying herself before she turns, a practiced smile on
her face.
    Her father stands in the doorway, a scowl furrowing his brow, her
older brother at his side.
    Fuck. They weren’t supposed to
be home for another hour. She licks her lip and glances at her watch.
    “Where do you think you’re going, Charlotte?”
    Travis Brooks is the best defense attorney in the state. She’d grown
up taught by him and surrounded by the bastards he kept from rotting in jail.
He was reviled—when she was twelve and her Mama got sick, the task of going
through the mail to remove death threats fell on her little shoulders—and so
did the