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

Ashley holds up her phone with the article displayed on it and cackles. "You two are cruel! Absolutely ruthless!"

Akim is leaning over the back of her seat in flagrant disregard of the flight attendant who just told us to buckle your seatbelts. He shakes his head. "This was supposed to be your make-nice with the press. I think you're about to make an enemy of Monica Pruitt."

Timofey waves a dismissive hand. "So I fibbed a little. She'll get over it."

"A little? We fibbed a lot!" I grab Ashley's phone and read the headline aloud. "Piper Quinn and Timofey Viktorov Don't Need the Tax Write-Off; Couple Forgoes Marriage to Focus on Charity."

Timofey winces, obvious amusement written all over his face. "If she wanted the truth from us, she shouldn't have peppered you with questions about your dad."

CHAPTER 125