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

After we got home from the emergency room, I tucked her into my bed. She fell straight to sleep, and aside from one barely conscious bowl of soup and a bathroom break, she hasn't budged.

Late afternoon sun slants across my bedroom. Stripes of it warm the comforter. I'm lying next to Piper in bed, a book open on my lap that I haven't read a single sentence from in hours.

Her face is puffy and creased from sleeping. Her hair is a tangled mess. She is drooling slightly out of the corner of her pouty mouth. But she is the single most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on.

I reach out and stroke a finger along the delicate hollow of her cheek. She stirs, her brows pinching together. "What time is it?"

"You've been sleeping for sixteen hours."

Her brows rise up cartoonishly, but she still doesn't open her eyes. "You let me waste so much time."

CHAPTER 115