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 stood in the elevator and told me he wanted to give me everything.


Then he took the elevator back upstairs.


When he returned, I was so anxious to tell him I was coming with him to the penthouse that I didn't even consider where he'd been. I didn't care.


"He just walked into your room and told you to stay away from me? And you listened?"


There's hesitation on his end. I can tell, because Dad has never been shy about spouting off the first vile thought that crosses his mind. If he's pausing now, it's for a good reason.


"Dad!" I snap. "Tell me what happened. Now."


"Well, he threatened me within an inch of my life, that's what happened! He walked into my room and scared your poor, sick dad nearly to death, kiddo."


I press my hand to my face and squeeze my eyes.Kiddo. He's putting on his "poor, pitiful me" act. He's trying to guilt me into forgiving him for whatever is coming next.


CHAPTER 82