Chapter 7 Some Whore

• Claire
• The moment I saw Christian take that drink at the event, I knew my plan was working. I had been careful—so painfully careful—not to raise suspicion, ensuring that I drugged him in a setting where no one would ever think to question it. The Ricci Grand Hotel’s event was filled with powerful figures, men and women who drank and mingled without a care in the world, making it the perfect place for what I needed to do.
• I had spent years—years—waiting, being patient, watching as Christian buried himself in his empire, in his wealth, in his obsession with business, always keeping me close enough to hold onto hope, but never close enough to fully have him. It had been more than a decade, and what did I have to show for it? An engagement ring that meant nothing, a relationship that was losing all intimacy, and worst of all, the realization that he had begun pulling away from me completely.