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

The entrance to the building is lit up like a gaudy beacon. A signal fire screaming, "Invest in us so we can waste more money on fancy parties."

The fountain was brought in specifically for the event, driven in on an oversized truck and filled with water dyed a special shade of blue. It took eight men all day to set it up. Not to mention the valets, the servers, the women who are paid by the hour to make the important guests feel "welcomed."

They won't write "escorts" on the cost breakdown, of course. It will be lumped in with some other line item to make sure no one can accuse the board of bribing investors with prostitutes.

If it had been up to me, this event would have been an email. But the board, in all of their wisdom, insisted. I've made more than enough money that I relented. If they needed to burn some cash to blow off steam, then so be it.

Apparently, I should have kept them on a shorter leash.

CHAPTER 119