Free What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1) by Sasha Moore, Anita Cox

fact that she knew it would hurt him.  After his spiteful accusations, she didn’t give a fuck if he got wounded emotionally.  Tit for tat, motherfucker.
    Blake eyed her suspiciously as she unlocked and opened a file drawer, withdrawing an envelope very similar to the one he had just tossed on her desk.
    “Your turn,” she directed ominously.  He reached for the envelope and slowly removed its contents, closing his eyes briefly and swallowing hard at what he saw.
    “Where did you get these?” he asked, beaten.
    “Doesn’t matter,” she returned dismissively as the photos of Constance Hamilton in a variety of sexual situations involving first her pool boy, then her lesbian manicurist and finally her middle aged and married therapist, slipped from his hand and hit the floor as he sank into a chair in front of her desk.  “What does matter is that your pretty little wife is plotting to destroy everything you’ve worked for and will succeed if you don’t strike first.”
    Blake sat forward.  “What do you mean?” he demanded, still shell-shocked, but definitely paying attention.
    “Constance tried to blackmail me a little over a week ago.”  Cerise showed him the folder of photos that Constance had thrown on the trunk of her car and he closed his eyes again, rubbing a hand over his forehead in frustration.
    “Well, this just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?” he shook his head, overwhelmed and pissed.
    “She told me that if I didn’t alter the books to start cutting her in on the profits, she would go to the press with the photos, ruin your career, divorce you and happily take your share of BVR,” Ceri lied smoothly, without a pang of conscience.  Constance Hamilton was merely an obstacle to be conquered, and Cerise was laying the groundwork for her imminent downfall.  Besides, it was almost true, and only served to highlight the fact that what the bitch truly cared about was money, not her husband.
    “What did you do?” he asked, somewhat dreading her response.
    “I made some calls, had her followed, found out that if you divorce her because of adultery she loses any interest in BVR that she had as a result of marriage.  Turns out the little deal fashioned by your fathers on your conniving wife’s behalf isn’t quite as airtight as she believes it to be.  There’s only one way to handle this, Blake, you have to take her down, before she takes you down.  Go to the press, call her out on her gold-digging bullshit.  I have an entire file of information that will not serve her well in divorce court,” Cerise replied.
    Blake steepled his fingers under his chin, the way he typically did when he was weighing important information, and sighed. “I would really rather handle this in a civilized manner and just divorce her quietly, no press,” he decided.  Cerise threw up her hands in frustration.
    “Handle it quietly?” she snorted derisively. “After what that bitch was prepared to do to you? Are you fucking crazy?” When Blake stared down at the desk instead of responding, she knew she had to take control and fast.  “Look, Hamilton, if you don’t go to the fucking press, and fast, she will.  If you even mention divorce, she will do everything she can to ruin you, because she’s not just greedy, she’s hateful, and that is NOT a personality that you can afford to trust.  If you’re worried about it coming back to you, don’t – I have friends who can get these pictures and the supporting info to the press with no ties to you.  It’ll happen out of the blue and you can act just as surprised about it as the rest of the world.”
    “But what about these?” he gestured at the pile of photos taken of his evening with Cerise.
    “I tracked down the photographer, who interestingly happens to be a big fan of R&B, and had the files deleted.  I also had my private investigator confirm that only two copies of each photo existed, Constance’s private stash and the ones that