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

We're back in the hotel room. It's even more beautiful in the daytime. Gauzy curtains diffuse the light, filling the room with a warm glow. The place is almost beautiful enough to explain why I willingly came back here with Timofey.

"I'm going to meet a friend for lunch, but you can come with me," Ashley had said. She was clinging to my hand like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go. "I'll introduce you. I'd love for you to see what my life has been like for the last couple weeks."

Gram had already gone up for a nap, and I was finding myself exhausted, too. Creating a human will do that to you, apparently.

I waved her away. "No, it's okay. I'll catch up with you later."

I could feel Timofey standing behind me. I nodded. "I'm sure. Have fun."

But now that our hotel door is locked and he's sitting at one of the barstools, his legs crossed casually at the ankle, I'm not sure at all.

CHAPTER 100