Eve's POV After walking for what seemed like forever, even though I was pretty sure it was only five minutes, we'd reached Adam's suite. Anticipation fluttered in my lower belly like butterflies and I tried to calm my nerves.   Total surrender, he had said.   I had no idea what that meant. But I trusted Adam. He wouldn't hurt me. I knew that, somewhere deep down in my bones. I didn't think I had any reasons to be afraid of what he meant by total surrender. Instead I was thrilled. What would he do? What did he want?   He swiped his key card against the door and it popped open. Without hesitation, he yanked me into his suite and slammed the door behind me, bolting it shut.   For a long minute we stood by the door. I waited, waited for him to touch me.  But none of that came. Instead he stepped away from me and walked deeper

EVE’S POVSleepy.  My eyes were heavy, drowsy as they watched Adam step out of the bathroom. I had spaced out for a while after my climax, he must have gone to the bathroom then. My body hummed in satisfaction as he approached the bed. He had shrugged off his pants. I had barely seen all of him before my climax and it sucked that he hadn’t touched me.  Perhaps he would now? I wondered as he pulled the covers over me. I shook my head, despite my sedate satate. I couldn’t sleep here. I could not risk what had happened the nightb in paris happening all over again. If Tom arrived and didn’t find me in our suite, he would raise hell. I could never forget what he had done to me trthathat night in Paris.  What woman could? I had read somewhere on the internet, that women who got manhandled by their husbands eventually got used to it. Every single time Tom had ra

Adam’s POV It was hard not to make one. There were several factors that made this deal with Tom so fucking nuts. One, the man himself was a certified bastard. Perhaps my view of him wasn’t entirely professional and I wasn’t bothered about it. A man who raised his hands on his wife, treated her like garbage and yet acted like a damned hog who couldn't keep his dick in his pants, was no less than a bastard.  It was agonizing. Sitting close to him in my study, just a table between us, concealing him from my rage. There was that urge to flip the table out of the way and then make true the words I had said to Eve the night before.  “Mr Stone?” Tom’s voice crashed whatever thoughts came after that. I was reminded of the harsh present where I was. I had to check the damned property Harrison was hell bent on showing me. His confidence about the property was encouraging, but there see

Adam’s POV “So? What’s the verdict?” I asked the doctor as soon as he stepped in. He had a grin on his face as if he had just won a lottery and it was slightly funny to see. Bringing my mother to the hospital was starting to look more and more like a pleasure trip.  Hilarious.  I had only been back from Hawaii for two days and yet I had seen enough warning signs to know my mother was in danger. She could deny it all she wanted, but the day I had arrived in New York she had a fever and headaches non stop. Anabelle had discovered it too late and after giving her an earful on negligence, I had carted mother off to the hospital. “There is no need to sound so tense, Mr Stone,” The doctor said, flipping through the documents on his clipboard.   “Doc, you might want to speak up early,”My mother chuckled, looking

Tom's POV "All good Mr Harrison?" The contractor grinned at me.    I gave him a small nod and looked back at the view before me. It was the new location for a business mall that Adam finally agreed to build with me. Right in New York.   I had to hand it to him, the jackass was picky as hell. He had sent a rather fancy e-mail telling me all the reasons his analyst hadn't been in support of the land property in Hawaii. One of them had been severely annoying to find out.   The land was filled. The bastards who had told me about the property had filled a marshland with sand, making it look sturdy. If we had built a casino right on it, all the billions of dollars spent that building would sink into mire, literally.   When I read that in his mail, I felt like a dumbass. Those bastards had almost got me good. If I had paid in full for