"To Paris," Sam defiantly answered to Nate. "Leila likes it there. I'll make her happy," he added, trying to drag Leila away with him. But Nate tightened his grip too, keeping her at his side.
Leila felt annoyed, torn between two men. They both seemed to claim some stupid right on her, like living in medieval times. She wasn’t a thing and certainly in no one's possession.
"Really? The Binley Group's heir, stealing another man's wife? Let's see if there is a reporter around here and wait for your mom's reaction when she sees the headlines tomorrow." Nate mockingly addresses Sam.
After hearing it, Sam looked nervously around. Nate hit his weak spot. Sam, listening to whatever his mother tells him.
Seeing the other man distracted, Nate took a chance, drawing Leila to his chest.
But Sam,
