FEVERISH UnbRoken
Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedications & Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
EPILOGUE
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FEVERISH UnbRoken
By
LaShawn Vasser
FEVERISH UnbRoken © 2016 LaShawn Vasser
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WARNING
This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotica. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, mild violence, and strong sexual content.
Dedications & Acknowledgments
There are so many individuals who have helped me along the way, and I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your patience, encouragement, and advice. My beta readers and editor, how awesome are you? JB Logic you are a genius. Words cannot express. You guys continue to inspire me on this journey – Thank you. Lastly, I’d like to send a special thanks to my Mr. for loving me so deeply and giving me such great inspiration. You’ve always told me I could fly, and I believed you. You hold me down always, and I can never thank you enough.
Chapter 1
Present Day
Imani Hadley was furious. She stood in front of her soon-to-be ex-husband with her hands balled up and resting on her hips, steam coming from her ears, and venom about to spew from her lips. She was fit to be tied.
“Why do you keep doing this? You are prolonging the inevitable! Sign the damn papers.”
Garrett had no intention of signing anything. He was determined to drag this process out for as long as it took for Imani to change her mind. He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers together as if in deep thought, then tapped them against the bottom of his chin.
“Did you have an appointment? I didn’t see you on my schedule.” He managed to keep a straight face knowing his words would only serve to piss Imani off even more.
“You sonofabitch!”
He dropped his hands and sat up a bit straighter. His tone was hushed but firm. “Lower your voice. My employees don’t need to know about our personal problems.”
She spit fire. “Really? Do you honestly think I care who hears me? As if they don’t already know.”
Garrett ignored Imani’s little temper tantrum. “Your anger is misdirected. If your lawyer was worth anything, we’d already be divorced.”
Rage radiated from every pore of her body. “No! We’d already be divorced if you weren’t purposely dragging this out.” Imani ticked off every point on each finger as she hit them. “I don’t want the homes, the cars, your money, not even the gifts you bought to pacify me. I’m happy to leave with exactly what I came into this marriage.” Imani was getting more heated with each word spoken. “I. DON’T. WANT. ANYTHING. Not one red cent!”
“That’s kind of impossible now, isn’t it?” Sarcasm dripped from his lips.
She ignored him. “Every time—” she slammed her fist down on his desk. “Every time, I speak with my attorney, he tells me you have some new demand, which is laughable considering you’re the reason we’re getting a divorce!”
“Me?” Garrett pointed toward himself. “You’re delusional.”
A lock of dark hair fell over into her tired eyes. Frustrated, Imani swiped it away. “Yes . . . you—whatever.” She waved her hands as if swatting away the words she was about to say. “It doesn’t matter. The bottom line is that this process should be easy since I don’t want anything, not even your last name. I’ll proudly claim Imani Jones again.”
Garrett had to reach deep within himself to exercise a level of control he’d never known he had. “You have a lot of nerve barging into my office ranting and raving like a lunatic. Your righteous indignation never ceases to amaze me, Imani. You should thank God I’m a patient and forgiving man!” He took a moment to gather himself from his own rising temper. “I’ve asked you to lower your voice. Now, lower it and calm the hell down.”
“Don’t tell me to calm down, Garrett! You're being unreasonable. Just sign the papers?” Imani threw a fresh copy at him, and they flew across his desk.
He caught them in mid-air right before being smacked in the face. Garrett’s self-control was now razor thin as he battled down his own frustrations.
Over the last several months, he’d gone through a variety of emotions. Shock and anger had been at the top of the list when Imani had him served with divorce papers. To say he was surprised was an understatement.
They had problems—significant problems—in their marriage. For a brief period, Garrett, blinded by his rage, found it hard to look at her. Initially, he’d thought her offenses were unforgivable and contemplated getting a divorce but ultimately decided against it.
Marriage was supposed to be for better