Eighty-FiveNathan I trudged through the front door, exhausted from a long day at the office. After Cameron had left, I had been slaved away at my desk for hours, eyes fixated on the never-ending pile of paperwork that seemed to grow with each passing minute. It was a fucking chore. Sifting through all the paperwork that threatened to suffocate me. As I walked into the living room, a sense of relief washed over me. At last, I was fucking home. An image of Chloe's happy face filled my mind. As if she were there with me as If everything was fine. But my sense of comfort was short-lived. I was met with a scowl on Lily's face. She was perched on the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of annoyance etched onto her face. I ignored her like I always did. It had become a routine, an unspoken agreement between us. She was there because she carried my child. Because I couldn't turn her away. Whatever made her look like some sour pumpkin was none of my business anyway. I ju
86Chloe I and David huddled together at the kitchen table, our once-confident expressions replaced with visible concern. Our faces were etched in worry. We had been preparing for the court case for weeks, rallying people to our side and putting together a solid case. Something that would take Tristan down. But now? With the judge missing, we had no idea what to do now that our plan had been thrown into disarray. It was as if the rug had been pulled out from under our feet, leaving us disoriented and lost. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. It felt more like my face had been bashed against the floor. Two days had passed since Tristan had walked into my home, disturbed my peace, and left a trail of disturbing thoughts in my mind. Leaving now was not an option. Not when the crazy man could drive a sword down her belly and be done with her. The silence in the room was thick, broken only by my shuddering breaths. I couldn't afford to wake either Addy or Della. It was barely seven in the
87NathanI walked into the grand lobby of Eduardo's company, feeling the weight of my mission pressing down on me. The air was thick with the scent of freshly polished marble floors and the gentle hum of voices echoing off the high ceilings. The walls were adorned with grand paintings and sculptures, exuding an air of sophistication and wealth.Wealth bought by the blood of my family. Gritting my teeth I clicked the device in my ear. Cameron was somewhere around the area as my guide, my eyes and ears in a surveillance van outside. His job was to keep me safe, provide me with the necessary intel when facing the big guy up there, and notice things, anything that could implicate Eduardo."Okay, Nathan," Cameron said through the earpiece. "What do you see?" I looked around, taking in the grandeur of the space. "The bastard definitely spent a lot on the fucking lobby," I replied in a low voice. "It's a huge ass room with high ceilings and shiny marble floors. There are large columns at t
NathanI sat across from Eduardo in his office, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the room. Eduardo leaned back in his leather chair, looking intently at me with his piercing black eyes. I maintained my composure, keeping my gaze level with Eduardo's, my expression calm and collected.At least I hoped on the outside I looked like I wasn't restraining myself from bashing his head against a wall. "Why a casino business?" Eduardo asked, his voice heavy with skepticism. I knew that Eduardo was not one to mince words, so I prepared his answer carefully. Cameron was quiet and it wasn't surprising. His job was to listen in and detect things I may not have noticed in the conversation and in my surroundings. "We all know how very profitable that business is," I replied smoothly, leaning languidly against the sofa I sat on. Eduardo raised an eyebrow at my response, clearly expecting more of an explanation."Yes, but it has a rather high risk," Eduardo pointed out, leaning forw
ChloePark Hudson was not here. The realization weighed on me like a sinking stone. I scanned the room for the second time, slower this time, ignoring the loud pounding in my chest. He would come. I assured myself, looking for a stool to sit on. The bar was scanty and quiet. Men were scattered around the room, holding glasses of hard drinks and staring at me. As far as I could see, I was the only woman in the room. Shit. Turning blinding towards the bar, I hit a strong hard wall of muscle. Gasping at the impact, a familiar scent tickled my nose, and like a hungry wanton, I buried my face deeper into his chest. Nathan. I didn't have to look up to know it was him. His scent teased and taunted my senses, watering my mouth and my thighs. He smelled so fucking good that it took all the willpower in my body to pull away from him. With his hair, wild and tousled on his head and the rest of his yummy body clothed in an Italian suit, He looked good. So fucking good. The muscles he'd add
NinetyNathanForget each other.A mirthless laugh slipped from me at her words. I ran my fingers through my hair, wondering where to begin. Was it that easy for her to toss me aside? For her to forget me?"Chloe," I called and when she looked at me, blue eyes hard with resolve, I felt I was losing her already. "I could never forget you if I tried.""Try harder," was her retort and she tapped the car door again, asking me to open it.No way in hell. I had her trapped in my car, there was no way I would let her go so easily. Why was she acting like I was some piece of muck? I knew I messed up. I had done her wrong, completely. But I was trying to make up for all my mistakes. Why couldn't she give me a chance to set things right?"Chloe,""Nathan, this is getting crazy!" She snapped. "I don't want you anymore. I don't need you in my life and I cannot stand the sight of you!"Every word was like
Ninety-OneChloe"Ohhh Nath!" I cried, throwing my head back as his wet hot mouth wrapped around my hard nipples, sucking at them. My body felt strung up with a certain fire that only burned hotter. "Nate... Oh my... Don't stop. Please don't," "My name," he panted amidst sucking. His tongue gave little flicks to one of my nipples and I shuddered at the sensation that coursed through my veins. "I love how you call my name.""Please," I had no idea what I was begging for. All I knew was how good his hands on me felt. So fucking good. His hands, strong as ever, fondled my mounds as he ravaged them. Nathan groaned, pinching and sucking driving me crazy until I couldn’t remember why I was staying away in the first place.His scent tickled at my nose, reeling me in and I couldn’t resist running my hands through his hair. His tongue was rough and hot, Laving against my beaded nipples, sending my nerves into a fucking frenzy. I wanted more. “More,” I voiced out, clutching his hair harder t
Ninety TwoNathanDavid, I thought in anger. That was the old man’s name wasn’t it? My teeth gritted at the thought of him. Of course he had to mention him now didn’t she? Who the hell was he to her? Why would he have my head- Fuck it, if anything, I ought to have his head hacked off. “That’s not going to happen because I’d fucking his life first!” I bellowed. She jumped on my thighs, her eyes widening a fraction. “What on earth are you even on about?” She asked, blue eyes flashing in anger. Steam could come out of her ears, I had no fucking intention of letting her go.Dammit, I shouldn’t have stopped. If my mouth was still latched onto her pretty breasts, there was no way she would want to leave. She could be mad at me all she wanted. I deserved it. I fucking knew that. I was a bastard and I didn’t deserve her and perhaps it would be best for everyone if I backed away and never saw her again. But damn yes, I was selfish. I was an even bigger bastard, because I didn’t want to let