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 don't even hesitate; I drop the paper to the floor and run to the bedroom. The same jeans and shirt I wore on the airplane are crumpled next to the bed, but they're all I have. I throw them on, splash water on my face, and rush out of the hotel. I don't remember to grab a room key or my wallet until I'm in the stairwell, but the door is locked and it would be too late to go back, anyway.

The bellboy from yesterday is in the lobby. I ask him to call me a car.

"You want that charged to your room?" he asks.

I want to kiss him for suggesting the idea, because my genius plan was just to get out a block ahead of my stop and run from the driver without paying. "That would be great. Thanks."

If he notices my ragged appearance and breathlessness, he doesn't say anything.

Timofey is paying him well enough not to notice anything, I'm sure.

CHAPTER 97