Sean Blair stared out the window at the sloping green lawn beyond. He swirled a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, and the ice cubes clinked softly against the glass. He swallowed the remaining liquid, hoping the fiery heat would calm him, but his heart continued to beat violently against his chest.
Why had Catherine run away from him? He looked at the sweeping expanse of his estate and shook his head. He had money, power, and everything that he was willing to give it all to her. Hell, he had been willing to give a lot more than that to her. So why had she run away with nobody like Marco Jacobs? What could have possibly made her so desperate to escape?
"Am I really that disgusting to her?" he asked himself.
A knock sounded at the door, and his butler, Levi's familiar voice, said, "Excuse me, Mr. Blair, Mrs. Blair wants to see you."
"Ignore her," Sean said, pouring himself another whiskey. "Surely she just wants to beg for my mercy with Marco."
