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corporate offices by the end of the week.”
    “Well, at least you beat him to the punch. Soon you’ll be a free woman again.”
    Although Chloe smiled at her friend, inside she was anything but happy. In a sense she would be free once the divorce was finalized. But deep down, Chloe knew she would never be completely free of Tristan because every time she experienced a discomfort or a new facet of this thing she’d become, she thought of him. And then there were the other times… When she thought about the last time they’d been together. And how his cock had brought her to immeasurable heights no other man had been able to.
    * * * * *
    Tristan looked down at the papers lying on his desk. His barrister, Mr. Finneus Winthrop, had just hand-delivered them an hour ago. What was the bloody world coming to? he thought. Vampires didn’t divorce. It was only one mate for them until death.
    But here he was listening to his solicitor, one of the very few humans who knew he was a six-hundred-year-old vampire, drone on and on about the particulars of the divorce settlement.
    “It seems pretty simple actually, Tristan. The petitioner, your estranged wife, wants to be granted a divorce as soon as possible. Due to the lack of children and the brevity of your marital state, she has not asked for child support or alimony.
    “She has also requested that no common property be splintered. In particular, she names a twenty-five-unit apartment building, amongst other various properties, which she wants to remain in her possession. In a nutshell, you’re a very lucky man. She wants nothing from you.”
    She wanted nothing from him? Tristan snorted.
    She wasn’t even going to exact revenge for what he’d done to her by taking half of his empire. That’s what any woman in her right mind would have done. But she’d done something that cut him to the quick even more, she wanted no part of him—not his assets, nor him.
    Tristan sat incredulous as the reality of the situation sank in. He couldn’t believe how the one woman he’d chosen as his mate, out of the hundreds he’d known over the centuries, didn’t want anything to do with him. Tristan grudgingly admitted to himself that he had no one to blame but himself. Despite all of his misgivings and basic morals, he’d charmed her, used his magic to bend her to his will, knowing full well that she had no chance once his hypnotic spell was cast. But he did it anyway because he wanted her so damn badly.
    He’d been such a vain fool! For he simply assumed that, once they were married, his looks and his sexual prowess would be enough to overcome all of her objections. But they didn’t. And it was his own bloody vanity that kept him from going after her.
    “Tristan, you need to sign here and here.” Tristan looked at the fountain pen Mr. Winthrop held out to him. He took it from his grasp then placed the tip on the dotted line. He sat there impassively as the ink began to pool into a tiny puddle on the page.
    “You are ruining the document,” Mr. Winthrop exclaimed, snatching the pen from him. “What’s gotten into you?”
    Tristan looked at Mr. Winthrop as if he was looking through him. “My wife, Finneus. She’s gotten to me. Do me a favor and hold off any phone calls from her attorney. I’m going to take a trip to Atlanta to visit the little minx. Hopefully, when I return, I will not need your services for this particular matter again. Good day.”
    Mr. Winthrop nodded his balding head acquiescently. He gathered up his leather briefcase and let himself out of Tristan’s office.
    Once he was alone, Tristan looked down at the divorce papers now stained with black ink. He studied the flowing letters of his wife’s distinctive signature for several moments. Then the unexpected occurred.
    “What in the hell!” Tristan exclaimed, looking down at the enormous bulge pressing insistently against the cloth of his tailored trousers. “All I have to do is look at her bloody signature