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 fall asleep with Timofey's warmth blanketing me, his heart beating against my back.

The next time I open my eyes, I'm alone.

I know immediately that he isn't behind me. But I know he isn't in the room, either. It's the way animals know a storm is coming. Some mechanism deep inside of me that registers the difference in the air. The lack of him.

I roll over, arm stretched across the cold mattress. He's been gone for a while, then. Long enough for his body heat to fade from the blankets.

I wipe sleep from my eyes and sit up. His phone isn't on the bedside table and his wallet isn't in the cup on the dresser.

Would he have gone to the gala without me?

"No." I shake my head and lay back on the pillows. Wherever he is, I'm sure he'll be back soon.

CHAPTER 117