Fredrick_Udele

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss—
and I’m stuck in a house with him…
Until one of us cracks.

I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth.
But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive.
So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control.

Not that he cares.
As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom.
And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either.

Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
Or suffer the consequences.

But he’s not the only one with an agenda.
Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out.
He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past.

The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get.
Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks.
Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Whiskey Poison

I'm so focused on putting one foot in front of the other—without fainting from hunger and shock—that I don't realize where I'm standing until Timofey is rifling through a set of drawers in front of me and I'm next to the biggest bed I've ever seen.


"Wait." I spin around, eying the dark curtains, the warm golden floors, and the plush rug. I do my best not to look at the bed, but even in my peripherals, I can tell the duvet is luxurious and there is no shortage of pillows. "Is this your bedroom?"


"You showed me yours. It's only fair I show you mine."


"Since when do you care about fairness?" A large painting hangs above the bed. It's a smattering of abstract red flowers. Paint flows down from the petals in thick drips. It looks like blood. "Also, you broke into my room. I didn't 'show you' anything."


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