Adam's POV "Your mother says, your little miss Eve is hanging around somewhere,"  Those were the first words Micheal said when I met him at the gate. He had the damned cocky grin on his face as if something permanently amused him.   "Perhaps I do," I chuckled, slipping my hands in my pocket. "With that grin on your face, I'm not so sure I want you to meet her." "Oh please, I have to. I need to know the woman who makes you do the craziest of shit," Micheal crackled, walking ahead of me into my mother's house.   "Try not to say shit when you meet her,"  "Shit like what?" he asked innocently and I just knew he was going to try something crazy when he saw Eve.   We stopped by Mom's study to say. "Hello, boys," Mom greeted us with a warm smile. She looked

 Adam's POV Four days. They passed by in a blur. I couldn't remember much about what happened, but I could remember how I felt every single second.   Afraid. Terrified. Devastated. Nothing had prepared me for what I had seen. Nothing had prepared me to lose Eve.   When Tom had shot her, I was pretty sure I went mad. It had taken Micheal and the police to pry me off a bloodied Tom by the time I was done. The ambulance took its damned sweet time to arrive so while I called the pilot to the private jet, Micheal had checked her wound and helped do first aid. And I had held her in my arms on the flight home.   Pale. She grew pale rapidly. Her pretty skin had lost its color until she looked so drained it terrified the shit out of me.  I could feel the weight of her in my arms, her breath shallow and weak against my chest. Panic surged thr

  Eve's POV "Wake up Eve,"  A pair of lips teased and tickled my ears. I moaned, melting deeper against his touch. His very familiar touch.  "Mhmm," I purred, moaning softly as his hands stroked my arm.   "Are you up, my pet?"  Oh I was . I was now. I had spent the past few days in Adam's arms. But as much as I enjoyed his presence,I feared that it would all end. I tried to push away those thoughts, telling myself that I was just being paranoid.  As I opened my eyes, I saw his face looming over me, a smile playing on his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine and a soft sigh slipped from my lips. Adam leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with desire. The air between us crackled with tension. “Hey,” I whispered.   “He

 Eve's POV Golden.   He was all I could see. All I could feel. His scent drove me heady and aching with desire. I gripped the counter, hanging on, waiting, anticipating.  Cold air whipped against my exposed skin as he yanked down the dress and tossed it aside. His breathing was ragged as he trailed kisses down my arched back, to my ass.   He let out a hiss, smacking the cheeks, sending painful thrills up my spine and down to my pussy.   "Adam," I moaned, pushing against him. "Oh please, please."  ‘Ah fuck, I love it when you beg," he mumured huskily, giving me another smack. Heat pooled between my thighs and my juices spilled down my thighs. Another smack and soon he had me writhing and mewling begging him to give me what I wanted. What we both wanted.   "So fucking eage