The Peculiar Case of Raphael Duböis

River

Though I felt guilty for my behavior, an apology had flown the coup. Without issuing another word to the uncivilized caveman sitting in the wheelchair before me, I spun on my heels and moved toward my desk. If he couldn't fall in line, he could sit there and bide his time. H*ll, he could even leave. It made no difference to me. I was getting paid regardless. Everyone already knew he was a tyrant.

Feeling empowered, I pulled up my Kindle app on my phone and prepared to indulge in a romance book from one of my favorite authors. I could easily pass the time without interacting with him by getting lost in a book.

Frequently, my gaze returned to Raphael Dubois, noting the bulge between his legs through his sweats. He was easy on the eyes too. Hazel in color, they burned like fire when he spewed his hatred at others. His facial hair was unkept and overgrown, but it was evident something gorgeous hid underneath. The scar across his face gave him character he didn't require considering his personality.

The last Knight Brother.

Can be read as a standalone.

This is an enemies-to-lovers tale.