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

There's dark amusement in his blue eyes. They trail over me again, and this time, I'm not sure it's in any way romantic. He looks every bit like a lion admiring a zebra's hindquarters.


"How will it look if your girlfriend shows up to the wedding covered in bruises?" I challenge myself.


He bites back a smirk. "I won't leave any bruises."


Goosebumps break out across my skin, and now, I just want to get this over with as soon as possible. I've changed in front of men before. Only when I was dating them and only after we'd had sex, but still, that was different. I cared what those men thought of me. I wanted to look attractive and appealing. I wanted them to think I was sexy and mysterious.


I don't give a shit what Timofey Viktorov thinks of me.


That's what I tell myself, anyway, as I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head.


CHAPTER 55