The Initiation (Filthy Rich Americans 1)

I stared at his back, waiting for him to face me. I should have known he wouldn’t. It was win at all costs, and the cost had been me.

For the third time in my life, he walked out the door without glancing back, leaving me gutted.

With his exit, the atmosphere in the room changed and became more dangerous.

I was on my own. But it also made it easier to focus and respond to the threat when I didn’t have anyone else to rely on. I glared at Macalister, who looked at me with desire and victory, like I was a million-dollar bonus he’d earned.

My chest heaved in labored breaths, and with it, I found strength in my anger. Maybe I’d grow hard and truly become Medusa. I’d find the power to become a monster and turn my enemies to stone.

I’d never spoken truer words. “You’ll never own me.”

Macalister took a moment to consider my statement before he pushed back from his desk and stood. He sauntered toward me, his piercing eyes teeming with domination, and by the time I realized I should run, it was already too late.

“Everyone has a price, Marist. Tonight, we found Royce’s.” He leaned over and placed his hands on the armrests of my chair, imprisoning me beneath him. “Now I start looking for yours.”