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's mansion is huge, but there isn't enough square footage in the world to handle my pacing.


I can clearly see the path I've worn in the plush rug in my room. It's been two hours since he streaked out of his driveway in one of the black sports cars from his fleet of vehicles, but it feels like a lifetime.


"They're fine," I tell myself, inhaling and exhaling in an even measure to settle my heart rate. "Ashley is fine. Timofey will take care of her."


I want to laugh at the absurdity of my own pep talk. In no world did I imagine I would be depending on Timofey for the health and safety of one of my best friends. Or for anyone, for that matter.


Then again, he's saved me almost more times than I can count. At some point, I will have to reconcile the two sides of him, but I don't know if I'm capable of it now.


CHAPTER 47