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 pace in the hallway for a few seconds before I realize the little girl is trembling at the idea of being left alone with me. With nowhere else to go, I push open Grant's door and step inside.


"Get out of here!" He jumps up, on the defensive even though I can tell he's terrified.


He does, dropping into his chair with wide eyes.


I blow out a long breath as I lean against the wall. "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."


He squints at me, trying to decide if I'm telling him the truth. I can only imagine how many adults have lied to him in his short life. I won't be joining that list.


"Do you work with the Department of Child Services?" he asks. "Or are you an off-duty police officer, or—"


"I'm not with the police. I'm not with anyone," I tell him.


I shrug. "I guess I am. For today. I drove her here."


"She usually comes alone," he says softly.


CHAPTER 53