The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 240

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“Oh, I see it now,” Daneil drawled, leaning back against the bar with an infuriating smirk. “You’re practically salivating over that barely legal thing in white. But come on, mate. A man has needs. And that

blonde secretary of yours? Tight black skirt, legs for days–she’s

practically hovering over you all day at the office. You’re telling me

one thing hasn’t led to another?” He grinned, his tone dripping with

insinuation. “You know… late nights, a little tension, and–boom.”

Graham turned his head slowly, his glare sharp enough to draw blood.

“No. And stop talking about Nella like that,” he said, his voice low

and dangerous.

Daneil’s grin widened as though Graham’s anger only fueled his

amusement. “So, you’ve never banged her? Not even a one–night- stand mistake? Not even a little slip–up in a drunken haze?”

The disgust on Graham’s face spoke louder than words, and Daneil laughed, loud and unapologetic. “By that expression, I’d say that’s a big fat no. Good to know. Very good to know,” he added, nodding to himself as if filing the information away for future use.

Daneil finished his cocktail in one long swallow and stood, adjusting

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his cuffs with exaggerated nonchalance. “Well, wish me luck, because

ten bucks says I’m getting lucky tonight.”

Graham barked a dry laugh, his tone biting. “Ha! Not a chance. Nella

has standards, Daneil. I’ve met some of her boyfriends. All

respectable, straight–laced guys. But most importantly, monogamous.

None of them were Casanovas like you, ready to jump into bed with

anything half–pretty that so much as smiles in your direction.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” Daneil countered, leaning in

closer. His grin took on a predatory edge, his tone softening as

though he was sharing a great secret. “Every person has a chink in

their armor, an Achilles‘ heel. It’s just a matter of finding it. Once you

do, they’ll eat right out of your hand. It’s all about finesse, my friend.

And Nella?” He chuckled darkly. “She’s no different. Everyone’s got a

weakness.”

Graham’s jaw tightened, his fists curling on the bar. His voice was a

low growl. “Daneil. Keep your dirty paws off my secretary, I mean it.”

But Daneil simply smirked, shrugging off the warning as he sauntered

off, clearly undeterred. “We’ll see about that,” he called over his

shoulder.

Graham barely registered his friend’s departure, his attention

snapping back to the dance floor. His stomach churned as he caught

sight of Isla again, her radiant smile aimed at her dance partner. The

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Hollywood actor had his hands on her, and they were inching higher-

far too high–along her exposed thighs. Graham’s blood roared in his

ears, his vision narrowing until all he could see was the man who

dared to touch what was his.

Enough. He had tolerated more than enough. His drink forgotten,

Graham stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. A storm

of possessiveness and fury coursed through him as he stalked toward

the dance floor, his every step purposeful, his every thought singular.

He was done playing nice.

Graham stood abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor as

he stormed toward the dance floor. His towering frame loomed over

the Hollywood actor who had the audacity to put his hands on what

was his. The actor turned, startled, as Graham’s furious glare bore

into him.

“Do you mind?” Graham hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low

and menacing. The actor froze, then hastily removed his hands from

Isla, stepping back as though he’d been scalded. Within seconds, he

dissolved into the crowd, clearly unwilling to cross a man like

Graham Lancaster.

Isla, however, was less than pleased. She crossed her arms and

pouted. “He was just telling me about his new movie,” she defended,

her voice soft yet laced with annoyance.

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