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

Timofey refuses to look away.Why won't he look away?I want to throw my cloth napkin at his face just to get a break from his scrutiny.


He tilts his head to the side, brows lowered. "So whatever she called you about, it's more important than you being in jail. More important than you catching on fire."


Shit, shit, shit.I finally pick up the trail of Timofey's logic, but it's too late. He's cornered me, and he knows it.


"Tell me what she said." The mouth that was soft against mine only a couple minutes ago flattens into a threatening slash.


"And you're a shitty liar," he snarls back. "What did she say?"


I want to lie, but he's right. I'm no good at it. I've never been a good liar. Great liars are kids who had to lie to their overprotective parents to get out of the house. Teenagers who had to fib to get drunk with their friends or swear up and down that they have no clue who scratched the passenger side door of the car when they took it out.


CHAPTER 38