"Let go of me."
Nina Walsh struggled, but Aiden Sinclair held her down.
Nina Walsh sneered. "You don't love money? If you don't love money, then what do you call your constant schemes and struggles against Julian Sinclair? Playing house?"
Aiden Sinclair grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her to look at him. "What if I give you money, then? How about I keep you for another two years?"
'Keep me? So in his eyes, I'm just a kept woman, a mistress.'
As if she'd heard the most ridiculous joke, Nina Walsh shoved Aiden Sinclair's hands away with all her might.
"I'll sleep with anyone before I ever sleep with you again. Aiden Sinclair, stop debasing yourself."
Aiden Sinclair's face darkened. He strode forward, swept her up by the waist, and lifted her into his arms.
Nina Walsh's head spun as she was thrown onto the sofa. Aiden Sinclair's mountain-like body pressed down on her. A button from his shirt, torn off in the struggle, flew to the floor with a sharp CLICK.
