The doors of the boardroom hadn’t even fully closed before Madison was halfway down the hall. Her heels clicked against the floor like a frantic heartbeat. The air in that room had become toxic the moment Adrienne Moretti laid claim to being Bentley's sweet heart.
"Madison! Stop."
Bentley’s voice boomed down the corridor, authoritative and echoing. She didn't stop. She couldn't. Her vision was blurring.
When he managed to get to her, without a word, he scanned the hallway, grabbed the handle of a nearby executive restroom door, and pulled her inside, clicking the lock behind them.
"What the hell was that?" Bentley demanded, his chest heaving. "You walked out of a regional meeting. You don’t walk out on me, Madison. Especially not in front of the board."
Madison's heart pounded as Bent
