Ruthless Revenge: Passionate Possession. Cathy Williams

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       CHAPTER ONE

      JAVIER VASQUEZ LOOKED around his office with unconcealed satisfaction.

      Back in London after seven years spent in New York and didn’t fate move in mysterious ways...?

      From his enviable vantage point behind the floor-to-ceiling panes of reinforced rock-solid glass, he gazed down to the busy city streets in miniature. Little taxis and little cars ferrying toy-sized people to whatever important or irrelevant destinations were calling them.

      And for him...?

      A slow, curling smile, utterly devoid of humour, curved his beautiful mouth.

      For him, the past had come calling and that, he knew, accounted for the soaring sense of satisfaction now filling him because, as far as offices went, this one, spectacular though it was, was no more or less spectacular than the offices he had left behind in Manhattan. There, too, he had looked down on busy streets, barely noticing the tide of people that daily flowed through those streets like a pulsing, breathing river.

      Increasingly, he had become cocooned in an ivory tower, the undisputed master of all he surveyed. He was thirty-three years old. You didn’t get to rule the concrete jungle by taking your eye off the ball. No; you kept focused, you eliminated obstacles and in that steady, onward and upward march, time passed by until now...

      He glanced at his watch.

      Twelve storeys down, in the vast, plush reception area, Oliver Griffin-Watt would already have been waiting for half an hour.

      Did Javier feel a twinge of guilt about that?

      Not a bit of it.

      He wanted to savour this moment because he felt as though it had been a long time coming.

      And yet, had he thought about events that had happened all those years ago? He’d left England for America and his life had become consumed in СКАЧАТЬ