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

It feels like he ripped my weakly beating heart out of my chest and gave it one final stomp.


"Exactly," I say, fighting back tears. "You said you'd keep me around so long as I'm useful. I guess I'm not useful anymore. So I'd say it's time for me to go."


He squeezes his eyes closed for a second. When they open, there's a desperate tinge to the electric blue. "You have to see that I had your best interests at heart."


"What heart?" His eyes narrow, and I hold up a hand. "I'm—I'm sorry. This is actually my fault. I never should have expected anything different from you."


"Because the man who has saved your life more times than you can count is obviously awful. What a monster," he says, voice thick with sarcasm.


"I'd rather die on my own terms than live under yours."


He nods, his mouth working angrily from one side to the other. "Glad to know being with me is worse than death."


CHAPTER 83