Chapter 7 Giselle was pinned face - down on the court , Donovan pressing to bar for hartand , leaving , las gading to war Her body fought back on instinct , beat the difference in their strength made is pointless , turn though the model ina segidedly , she was no match for him . I felt like he was venting and taking revenge , maybe even punidang ber . His ragged breath caused ter uhuda kopartly , there was something tredy turbated in Giselle closed her eyes , feeling all reason and willpower dip away . At first , the let him take the lead , he then due conddu't help berant . The heat toddens , geding ter under until she was lost in its wild , reckless push She had no idea how much time had passed by the time it was over , Slumped on the couch , her clothes pumpled and out of place , her body acted as if it might come undone . She didn't want to speak or thank the fuel drifted in adul heavy haze . Meanwhile , Donovan had already pulled up his pants and stood there with quiet satisfaction , candy bentoring , his dart at a leisurely pa His well - tailored grey slant - now slightly wrinkled where dhe had gripped it - all fa tem perfectly , hugging his lean wala , maridar back , and broad chest . - For a moment , Giselle forgot the tension between them . Her gaze lingered on his Lati , imposing frame with a lendemess that almost looked like infatuation , Donovan smoothed his clothes and turned , only to find Giselle gezing at him , her eyes slightly dazed , You almost instantly , his expression turned toy once more , " I've said everything that needed to be said tonight . I don't want to see you at the Holt residence again . " He grabbed his phone and car keys and headed for the door without another word , Giselle was used to his coldness . It hardly affected her anymore . But just as he reached for the doorknob , something made her call out , " Mr. Kane , you forgot to pay , didn't you ? " He stopped in his tracks . Giselle stared at him with a half - smile , her voice cool and businesslike , " We settled everything last month . Tonight ? That's a separate deal " Donovan dosed his eyes briefly , a flicker of disdain crossing his face . After barely ten seconds of thought , he took out his phone and opened WhatsApp , ready to pull up her bank details , " Send me your bank account number again , " he muttered . Only then did Giselle remember that after they had gone their separate ways , they'd blocked each other on WhatsApp . She took out her phone , unblocked him , and sent the details . Almost instantly , a bank transfer notification appeared . But when she saw the amount , her face fell , " 500 dollars , " Donovan said flatly , his voice thick with disdain , " That's all you're worth now . " Giselle stiffened for a moment , " Fine , " she shot back through clenched teeth , her smirk defiant as she held her ground . " Then I'll just call the cops right now and tell them we're running an illegal prostitution ring here , " How about we all enjoy a nice two - week stay in jail ? I've got all the time in the world , but you ? I bet that fancy wedding of yours would have to wait . " With that , she pulled up the dial pad and punched in 911 like she meant it . Donovan glared at her for a long moment , his expression making it clear he thought she'd lost her mind . He was utterly speechless . " You're that desperate for money , huh ? " he asked . " What ? Should I be desperate for you instead ? " she shot back . His expression darkened , that same infuriating , inexplicable rage flaring up inside him again . Donavan had had enough of her nonsense . He pulled out his phone , opened his banking app , and transferred another ten million dollars into her account without hesitation . " Here's ten million dollars . Now , bury whatever was between us and stay the hell out of my life ! " With that , he turned and left , his demeanor cold and cutting . The door slammed slut behind him , leaving the rest behind .