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 could open my eyes. I could turn to him and ask how the meeting went. But I already know the answer.

Everything is falling apart, and maybe he's right… Maybe it is all my fault.

The Albanians only cared about Noelle because of me. The only reason Timofey trusted her in his house is because I told him she was trustworthy.

I can't face all of that right now.

Suddenly, Timofey lays his jacket over me. It's still warm from his body, and I'm enveloped in the scent of him. I want to breathe in deep, but I resist the urge, continuing my ploy of slow, deep breaths.

His hand brushes gently across my forehead. Electricity sparks where we connect.

"You stood in front of those men, looked me in the eyes, and said I was among the best of them," he murmurs.

I'm dying to see his expression. To know what he's thinking right now.Did I do a good job in the meeting? Is he proud?

CHAPTER 110