Chapter 82

• I stood in John Declan's hallway, breathing heavily as my husband in name only, ogled me. Was I going to give it all to him? In a freaking hallway? And even worse in the hallway of some pervert photographer who was probably recording the whole thing?
• My senses seemed to recover at that moment and my face burned in shame. The paparazzi were right outside and I had just bared myself naked to the waist.
• Quickly, I tucked my breasts inside the damn dress and tried to finish my zipper. Xavier held my hand down.