Chapter 128
- Brayden sat in the private lounge of an upscale hotel, his fingers tapping impatiently against the glass table. His jaw was tight, his dark eyes stormy with fury.
- He hated that he even had to do this.
- The whole situation was absurd. His name was plastered across every media outlet, speculating that he had chosen Penelope as the model for his campaign because of their past relationship.