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

That's my first thought. There is another fire in the house. The shrill ring is the alarms going off.


I jerk away from Timofey's warmth, wincing at the sharp pain that tears through my arm and shoulder.


The kitchen is clear. I don't see any flames or smoke.


I can't even get the words out before Timofey reaches around my body. His hand slides down my back and lower. He digs around for a second and then comes out with my phone in his hand. It's ringing.


It looks like he wants to crunch my phone in his grasp for interrupting…whatever the hell we were just doing.


"Oh." I reach for it, fighting my own mix of feelings. "I should have recognized the sound. It's the medication, probably. I'm loopy."


I'm high on pain pills. No wonder my inhibitions are lowered.


CHAPTER 37