I lift my phone as I look away from the window and glance at the time.The day has already passed, and it's now evening. Maverick still hasn't bothered to return my calls. I've tried to contact him multiple times, and they all went to voice mail.I had to ask Lucy for his number, and she looked a little bemused as to why I didn’t already have it saved on my phone.“I don't mean to pry, Mrs. Quinn, but may I ask why you don't have Mr. Quinns number already saved in your contacts?” She asked as she reached into her apron pocket and extracted her phone.“This is a new phone and…”“Oh, say no more.” She muttered before she read me Mavericks' number out loud.If I had any idea that Maverick was going to ghost me, I would have asked to borrow her phone instead.I have this weird sense that he already has mine. Of course, he does…I bloody worked for him and wrote it down on my job application form. What's the point of having a phone if he isn’t going to bother answering my calls?Well, scr
I knocked on Arnicas' bedroom door, not getting an answer. She called me several more times today. However, I was still in a mood, so I kept ignoring her.I do somewhat feel like a douche, but I can not go back and change what has already taken place. I just hope that it wasn't anything too important. I knock again. Nothing. “Angel, is everything okay?” I open the door and find the room empty. My brows furrow as I look around her room. I had already checked the living room and the library on the ground floor, but she wasn’t there. Maybe she’s around the back, lounging by the pool as the last rays of sun beam down from the heavens. I walk through the living room and step outside onto the terrace to find that she is not there either. A weird, prickly sensation rides my spine, and I can't control the rage that is slowly brewing in my abdomen. Where could she have possibly gone? When I find her, it might be a good idea for me to let her know that if she tries to run away from me.
“Are you threatening me, Mr. Quinn?” I ask him with amusement.“Not at all, Angel.” He replies gruffly. “Are you done visiting your aunt?” He gazes back at the house and his brows furrow. “Where is your aunt, by the way?”“Yes, I am finished, and I put my aunt to sleep after I made her some soup.” I reply. “Are we taking the chair with us too?”Maverick lets go of the chair and moves aside. I smirk at him as I get to my feet and pick my handbag up.He trails two steps behind me in silence as I walk across the lawn toward the driveway, and the sound of silence has never rung so loudly in my ears.As I step from the lawn onto the footpath, I miscalculate my step, and the heel of my stiletto gets caught in one of the many cracks riddling the pavement.I stumble forward, feeling my heart rise in my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for my body to collide with the ground.Instantaneously, Maverick springs forward, his fingers grip my waist, steadying me. His fingertips send a
The instant I open my eyes, I know I’m in the wrong room. Instead of a small curtainless window, I’m looking at long burgundy drapes covering French doors that lead to a balcony.Mavericks' room.He obviously carried me here while I was asleep because I doubt I would have slept walked into his room with my bags that are currently sitting by the wall.A small smile tugs at my lips. I roll over, finding the other side of the bed empty, and an unwelcome pang of disappointment stabs me in the chest.Did I secretly hope that Maverick would be next to me?I guess I did, a little.The bedroom door is closed, and he’s nowhere to be seen. I reach for his pillow and bury my face in it. It smells like him. I might like waking up in Mavericks' bed, but I’m still going to move my stuff back into the room across from his again, later.I’m not sleeping with the man when I'm not ready to get pregnant.The explicit beat of approaching footsteps resonates in the hallway. I throw the pillow away as if i
“I’m not sure your shoes are a good choice,” Maverick says, looking me over. I look down at my feet. I'm wearing a pair of yellow Chuck Taylors'. “And why is that?” I ask with a scowl on my face, trying to think of a reason why he would say that when we are just taking a tour of the property. Should I have worn gumboots? “You’ll scare my dogs.” I stiffen. “I’m not interested in seeing your dogs.” “You don’t like dogs?” I meet his piercing gaze and smile while bile rises in my throat. “I hate dogs with a passion.” I manage to say without my voice trembling. “That's too bad. You’re meeting them, anyway.” He takes my hand and leads me outside across the lawn. “Maverick, please. I don’t want to see your dogs!” I try to pull away as we walk around the estate. “Maverick!” I cry out, causing him to stop dead in his tracks, and he takes my chin between his fingers. “They're guard dogs, Angel, but they are unfamiliar with your scent. You must meet them so they can familiarize and ack
She's still terrified of dogs. I pause with my hand on the doorknob. I’m not exactly sure why the thought of my wife being scared of dogs has been playing in my head like a broken record. When I visited Joy before going through with purchasing the mansion, I demanded that she tell me everything she knew about Arnica. What frightened her and what brought delight to her life. When Joy had mentioned that Arnica rarely walked through their neighbourhood alone after being attacked by a stray dog, I knew I had to forcefully make her meet my guard dogs. As big and threatening as my boys are, they are also a bunch of softies that thrive on any affection you give them. Over time, I hope she will see that and come to realise that not all dogs are feral. It all comes down to how their owner treated them. “Where is my wife?” I ask Devin who’s on guard duty at the front door. “In the pool house.” I step inside and turn right toward the French doors that lead to the pool house. There are se
“So, we all agree with the decision that Maverick Quinn is going to take over the family?” Bishop asks. Under my father's rule, Bishop was his consigliere. I intend to keep him as my adviser, with Levi still at my side. The men sitting around the Elite table turn toward me. Saint nods first. Theo Knox follows, then Angelo Anderson, Jeremiah Cross and Alexander Reign are next. I do my best not to glance over at Matthias, who is standing with his back against the wall, shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest. I know the little fucker wants to throw a hissy fit, and cast me out, but he can't if he wishes to take over the Lorenzo empire. I never planned to accept my fate by taking over my father's position at the head of the table. I was happy with my own crew, doing what I wanted without having to deal with the elder Don's sitting around this table. Fresh blood is always frowned upon until you can prove your loyalty and show how much of an asset you can be instead of a l
I open the fridge door and poor myself a glass of chilled herbal tea from the jug. As I lift the glass to my lips, the sound of the front door crashing open resonates through the first floor.“Ms. Lorenzo, please… you can not enter the estate without Mr. Quinns knowledge or approval.” One of the female staff cry out with panic lacing her voice.I'm guessing this isn’t the first time this woman has let herself into Mavericks' residence without warning or permission. Either she is a sucker for pain, or she is untouchable.Which is odd because no one is immune to Mavericks' wrath.“Where is he? I demand to see him this instant!” A feminine voice screams, demanding to be heard. “Maverick you bastard! Come out here and face me this instant.”Lowering my glass and placing it onto the kitchen island bench, I raise my brows as a mysterious figure enters the kitchen. She appears incredibly polished, as if she's just walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Just by admiring her stunning beau