Adam's POV "Fuck,"  She was beautiful. Better than all my fantasies put together. The music faded into the distance, the chattering and murmurings dimmed. All I could see, all I could think about was the woman I had spent weeks longing for.   She was here.  Dressed in the prettiest dress I had to have seen. Gold fabric draped against her lovely frame, wrapping her around the waist snugly and then slowly trailing the delicate, dangerous curve of those hips.  My mouth watered as an image of me on my knees, trailing my mouth over that soft, satiny skin, tasting her, worshiping her.   "No," I said to myself, trying to stop my fucking fantasies. My pants had tightened, and I had to grip the railings to keep myself from trembling like a fool and stop myself from doing something worse like march downstairs, haul her over my shoulders and c

Adam's POV I stared at Eve in disbelief, unsure of what to say or do. She was mad at me. It was all over her face. Her chest heaving, lovely breasts rising and falling, struggling to breathe through the dress she wore. Her words rang in my head, louder, over my pounding heart.   Abandoned her? Pushed her back into his arms?  Did she think I had a blast doing that? That I wanted to?  "I would like to use the restroom now," she said, her eyes steely as she looked at me. Her cheeks were stained with tears that racked nothing but guilt in my chest.  I watched, hurt as she pulled away from me and walked towards a bathroom stall.   Do something, damn it!  "Did you," I began, the minute her hands reached for the door knob. "Did you think it was easy for me?"  I couldn't keep the h

Eve's POV My hands reached for the door that led out of the bathroom, taking deep long breaths. I hadn't heard anyone step out in a while, I could only hope that meant no one was around.  Adam had left when Anabelle came for him. I had been so scared that we'd be discovered again and not just his mother but his sister would hate me as well. She had seemed nice the one time I met her at the shopping mall, a long while ago, but she hadn't known I was married then.   I doubted that if she knew now, she would hate me. Or even worse, she could try to hurt me.   My shaky hands yanked the door open and I peeked outside to see if anyone was around. No one. The hallway was empty. Sighing with relief, I stepped out, trying to sort out the feelings that rolled within me. I could still see us, in my mind's eye, minutes ago, me melting like honey in his arms when his mouth wrapped around

Madeline's POV "It's been a while, hasn't it?"  John.   It really was John. I had expected that he would be at the party. But when the issue with Eve and Adam came up, I had forgotten all about him. All I had cared about was revealing the truth about them without worrying about my own secrets being revealed.   I was doomed.  My head throbbed when he had hit it against the wall earlier. My vision was blurry and even if it wasn't, John had dragged me into a dark secluded place. I wasn't sure where. All I knew was that I was facing the wall, hands pulled behind my back and a lot of pain in my head.   I tried to speak, but my head hadn't settled down enough for me to say a word, so I settled with a whimper and tried to shake the headache off. John was here and he definitely wasn't here to exchange pleasantries. He had to be

Adam's POV "I'm afraid I have to leave so early," The old man before me spoke, a smile on his face. He was one of the oldest partners of the Stone foundation, Gerald Oslow. Quite the hilarious man. He had made time to come for the party despite his old age and weak body.   Oslow had long been a fan of my mother. According to her, when my bastard father died, Oslow had been the very first to talk her into another marriage. He had been supportive and they would most likely have suited each other. But my mother had had enough of men and was glad to be free.   "Thank you for coming, Mr Oslow," I greeted, holding a hand out.  Right after cutting the cake, he had led me out of the hall, wanting to catch up on old times. I hadn't wanted to at first. There were too many shots running through my head at that point, I wasn't sure what I was doing.   When