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 places the wine and glasses on his bedside table. A moment later, I feel his fingers on my spine. He doesn't need to touch me to zip up the dress, but I'm too busy trying to keep my legs from buckling to question his methodology.


An electrical current zips through me. A shiver follows. As if trying to warm me with his hand, Timofey presses his entire palm to my exposed back.


"Sit down," he orders. His voice is quiet but firm.


"But I need—" I lift my arm weakly over my shoulder to gesture to the zipper. "I need to be zipped. I need—"


"You need to sit down," he repeats, directing me towards his bed. The armchair is covered in discarded dresses. "You're about to pass out, and I'm tired of saving you."


I'm shaking. Adrenaline and deception are a lethal mixed cocktail in my veins. Timofey can probably see right through me.


CHAPTER 57