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

We walked together into the dining room. Akim has arranged the food on the table and then seemingly disappeared.


I look around, expecting to see him spying on us from the corner of the room. The man is a hopeless eavesdropper and irritatingly invested in my "love life," a misnomer if I've ever heard one.


Sure, I want to touch Piper. Sure, I want to fuck Piper. But I don't want to—


"Oh, for God's sake, Akim," I spit under my breath.


In the center of the table is a lit candelabra. Five flickering candles in a gold fixture, a scene taken straight out of a fairy tale.


The bastard is determined to piss me off.


Piper stops suddenly and wrings her hands in front of her chest. "You looked concerned," I observe. I nudge her forward and pull out a chair. She drops into it and I push her into the table. "Were you expecting hamburgers and plastic containers?"


CHAPTER 35