Without even bothering to turn the light on, I race down the hall. Archer’s room is unlocked and I barrel through it like a bat out of hell. The sight in front of me reduce my terror slightly. Archer is sitting in bed. He’s shirtless and trying to soothe Mia with hushed words. Mia is sitting up ne
“But you did, right?” “Yeah,” Archer says, again. “It’s ingrained into our brains when were born. Become Alpha. Produce an heir. All that shit.” He tips his head slightly in thought. “I thought about it a lot, actually. My dad was never really around. Between being Alpha and running the side busin
Archer sits straight up in bed and looks down at me. His eyes are heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head. He looks completely disheveled and completely confused. He rubs at his eyes and looks down at me. “What the hell?” he grumbles. His voice is thick with sleep. It jolts thro
That night, I have a flurry of wet dreams. All of them start and end with Archer. In various positions and various ways. Only problem is, he never touches me. The dream always ends before then. Each time I wake up, drenched in sweat with a pool of desire aching into my sleep shorts. The fourth tim
“The car will take you two,” he says. Well, now I feel dumb. Dumb and poor. “Oh,” I simply say. Archer says nothing else. He gives me a curt nod and then looks me over once. I swear I see his eyes lingering on my lips but it may be sleepless delusions. Finally, he turns and walks towards the d
Saturday morning, the Chefs cook us a special breakfast. Steven, Neil and I eat it while Mia snacks on her usually baby slop. Then, Neil rushes us to get into the car. Once again, a limo is waiting for us in the garage. I jump in with Mia and make sure to strap her into her car seat. Steven gets i
Turns out, rugby is pretty cool. The rules themselves are pretty confusing. More often than not, Debbie has to explain to me what’s happening. Other than that, it’s like sparring with a ball. Players lunge after one another and block with their elbows and some guys even turn up a bit bloody at hal
The crowd is slow to die down. I’m one of them. At one point, my voice is so raspy I wonder why I haven’t lost it yet. The whole time, I’m darting my gaze back and forth between Beau and Archer. Watching them interact with people is odd. They don’t treat the members of their team like subordinates