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 think the doctor meant we should sleep," I say, pushing pasta around my plate.


"Could you go to sleep right now?" Timofey asks.


What happened in the bathtub relaxed me, but now, I feel wired. Adrenaline courses through my veins. I've never been more awake.


"Me neither," he says. "But I am starving. I think a doctor would recommend both of us refuel and rehydrate."


I shove a bite of pasta in my mouth so I don't have to find the words to respond to that.


It's only been half an hour since we climbed out of the warm water and got dressed, but it already feels like another world. Like some hazy, lust-fueled dream.


The bubble really burst when Timofey ordered us food.


"What do you want?" he asked, the phone wedged between his stubble jawline and shoulder.


I shook my head. "I'm not actually very hungry."


"She'll take the pasta," Timofey said without hesitation. "The cheesiest one you have."


CHAPTER 71