Chapter 127

Mr. Potter also knew that while Anastasia was gorgeous, she was Cassian’s wife – the wife of his most important business partner. Mr. Potter definitely had some reservations about that. But thinking about Anastasia’s flawless skin, her incredible figure, and especially that subtle, intoxicating scent she had, it was driving him absolutely crazy.

Mr. Potter felt like he had ants crawling under his skin, this restless energy he couldn’t shake. Especially when he looked at Mrs. Potter sitting next to him – so fucking plain and boring. She was only in her thirties, but her skin looked dull as hell, and all the makeup in the world couldn’t hide how tired and worn out she looked. Her whole style was just blah, completely failing to turn him on even a little bit. The more Mr. Potter stared, the more disgusted he got. Jesus, what had he been thinking when he married this basic woman?

Mrs. Potter was totally used to his verbal abuse by now. Her face stayed neutral, zero reaction. If he wouldn’t listen to her warning, then he could deal with whatever happened next. Idiots who didn’t know their limits deserved whatever they got. A flash of pure venom crossed Mrs. Potter’s eyes when she looked away.

Mr. Potter was feeling horny as hell and suddenly remembered an old flame he hadn’t talked to in forever. So he decided to give her a call.

Sonia was in the middle of rehearsal when Mr. Potter’s call came through, making her jump. Shit, why the hell was he calling her? Mr. Potter was basically Sonia’s worst nightmare from her past – she wanted nothing to do with that creep. When she’d first broken into the industry, Sonia had done whatever it took to get famous fast. Mr. Potter had been obsessed with her, so she’d skyrocketed to stardom, but he also had tons of dirt on her because of it. Now that Sonia was a respected dancer and A-list celebrity, she definitely didn’t want any connection to that sleazeball.

His voice came through the phone with that gross, oily tone: “Well hello there, gorgeous. Been way too long. What’ve you been up to? I’m in town for business – we should definitely catch up.”

Sonia choked down her disgust. “Mr. Potter, wow, what are the odds! You’re here on business? Where are you staying?” She immediately tried to steer the conversation away from meeting up.

Mr. Potter let out this gross chuckle. “At this fancy resort, working out a deal with Mr. Rhodes. We’re basically done, and you popped into my head. What’s up? Now that you’re some big shot, you too good for me?”

Sonia’s stomach dropped. Mr. Rhodes? Please don’t let that be Cassian. Sonia knew Mr. Potter ran some serious business operations, so if it really was Cassian, and if their conversation turned to women, would Mr. Potter bring her up?

Sonia immediately went into damage control mode. “Mr. Potter, you know, I’d never think... that Mr. Rhodes you mentioned, that’s not Cassian Rhodes, is it?”

“Yeah, that’s the guy. He brought his wife too. Gotta say, she’s a total knockout.” Mr. Potter was clearly still thinking about Anastasia.

Sonia immediately caught what he was getting at and had a lightbulb moment. “Wait, Mr. Rhodes is married? That’s news to me! You sure it’s not some escort he hired to look the part?”

“What? They’re not actually married?” Mr. Potter’s pulse started racing. Could that woman really just be hired help? But they seemed so natural together….

“I mean, have you seen any wedding announcements? If someone with Cassian Rhodes’ status actually got married, it would be the social event of the century, right? Every major outlet would cover it,” Sonia said, really selling it.

“Huh, that’s a good point,” Mr. Potter said, clearly buying into it.

“Mr. Potter, I really do have this shoot tonight, but maybe I can swing by afterward? I mean, everything I’ve accomplished, I owe to you. I could never forget that,” Sonia purred in her most seductive voice.

There was absolutely no way she was going anywhere near that place with Cassian there. But she’d definitely picked up on Mr. Potter’s interest in Anastasia. This could actually work out perfectly. The guy clearly wanted her – question was whether he had the balls to make a move.