EVE'S POV  Jamboree? I frowned, my gaze shifting from Tom to the bimbo that just approached us. Our soup hadn't even gotten to us yet and I was already being served. My husband laughed at the sight of his mistress, rising to his feet.   "Carla!" He cheered, spreading his arms wide. "It has been a while. Haven't seen you since that Jamboree in Santa Monica,"  Santa Monica? What on earth were they talking about? When did they meet? The corner of my eyes burned and I looked away from them, glancing around to see if the people in the restaurant were watching my humiliation.   They were.    A few women even had the look of pity on their faces. Tom paid me no heed. He was all engrossed in his Santa Monica woman, talking excitedly with her.   I don't

EVE’S POV   “We’re here, Madam,” The driver’s voice reached my ears.  I glanced out of the window at the entrance of the hospital he had parked before. I was no stranger to a place like this. It certainly wasn’t my first time here and unfortunately, I didn’t think it would be my last visit either.   I looked away from the hospital, tugging at my sleeve to hide a bruise that was healing on my hands. Tom had taken a look at it that morning and told me to go to the hospital and see the family doctor. He was probably repulsed by the result of his handiwork.  “Madam,” The driver called, a straight look on his face.  I didn’t want to go in there. I didn’t want to see the doctor. I would rather just curl up in a deep dark cave and hide myse

Adam’s POV I must have stood there for a long while, staring off into space, reimagining everything all over again. Eve. My blue-eyed pet. She was here in New York, here with me.  Within my reach. I almost gave in to the urge to throw my fist in the air like a green boy. Like some twelve-year-old who managed to say a few words to his crush. It bothered the hell out of me. My hands curled, tingling from when I had held her earlier. Touching her reminded me of France. Her skin had felt the same. Soft and satiny smooth, burning under my touch. Fuck, I had missed her.  All of her. Her scent lingered faintly in the air, teasing my mind, bringing up memories, and visions that had plagued me about that night. I wanted to relive those moments with her again. If it were left to me, if that chauffeur hadn’t interrupted us, if I didn’t have my sister in the car,

Eve's POV I stirred the soup, watching the bubbles pop as it boiled. They were hypnotic, drawing me in. I watched them froth over on the pot and found my mind wandering to the one man I shouldn't be thinking about.   Golden.  I could not think about anything else aside from him ever since we met in front of the hospital. It had been a surprise. A very very pleasant surprise.   To think that the man of my dreams, the one man who made me feel pleasure beyond my wildest imagination was right here in New York with me. The thought thrilled me.  It drove me giddy with desire and happiness and even though I knew it was hopeless because Tom had me watched constantly, I dreamt about him anyway. Dreams were all I had left. Oh, I could see him all over again in my mind's eye.  His golde

EVE'S POV I watched the people around me nervously, hoping Tom hadn't seen what had happened on the dance floor. It was risky and stupid. I knew that.    But the minute Golden's hands touched mine, No, before that. I had thrown caution to the wind way before that. It was when I had felt his presence. He had approached quietly, I hadn't heard his steps.   But then that was probably because I was too close to the band and they were quite loud.   Tom had left me all of five minutes after we arrived at the ball. He had paraded me around the place for a while, introducing me to his business partners, and then left me on my own. He had to meet with the partners to discuss formalities and sign a contract of some sort.   At least that was what he told me. If anyone asked me, I didn't understand why