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He cleaned them both—and the floor—as best he could and pulled her underwear back into place. “I want you to spend the rest of the night with my come inside you.”

Aiden Kilbourn gushes over girlfriend at hospital fundraiser…

Is Manhattan’s most eligible bachelor officially off the market?

Love is in the air for Aiden Kilbourn…

Chapter Fifty-Three

Their bliss lasted until Monday morning.

Franchesca steamed past reception, leaving the staff staring after her.

When Oscar rose from his desk, she shook her head.

“He better be in there, and no one better interrupt us,” Frankie said, stabbing a finger at him.

Oscar bobbed his head. “Yes, ma’am!”

She heaved open the door and marched inside, ignoring the delighted expression on Aiden’s face. He wasn’t allowed to be delighted. He should be shaking in his boots.

She dropped her iPad on the desk in front of him with the offending article.

“You can’t just buy a company because some guy was mean to me!”

Aiden’s gaze flicked down to the headline and back up.

“Mean to you? Franchesca, he put his hands on you.”

“So, you bought his company andfiredhim?”

“He’s lucky I didn’t do more than that.”

“Don’t put me in the middle of your pissing contest. Some guy thought he could beat you, so youruin him?”

“Some guy thought he could touch you, drag you away from your work, and insult you, and I’m supposed to do what? Nothing?”

Frankie flopped down in the leather visitor’s chair. Gio had called her on her way into work to tell her he always liked Aiden and approved of his methods. She’d only been at her desk long enough to corroborate the story before she took a personal day and rode the train downtown in a fit of rage.

She scrolled through more of the article.

“Oh, my God. He checked intorehab?”

Aiden looked so unconcerned with the fact that he’d ruined a man’s life, Frankie was aghast.

“You’re not going to convince me that I should have left him alone,” he said coolly. “And I’m not the only one. Your brothers—”

“If you agree with my brothers, then we have a problem. They’re idiots.”

“They have your back, and so do I.”

“You took it too far, Aiden!” Frankie rose and paced his office.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you he’s a systemic harasser? That he’s paid off previous accusers? That his company was weeks away from bankruptcy, and all those people would have lost their jobs?”

She flopped back down in the chair again, suddenly exhausted.

“You and I, Franchesca? We’re in this together. We belong to each other. And if someone comes after you, they will live to regret it. I expect the same courtesy from you.”