“Whoa!” Christian says, catching Iris before she can fall to the ground. He holds her steady, letting her find her feet. She looks up at him apologetically with those wide blue eyes, a perfect pink blush spreading over her cheekbones. God damn it, why did she have to grow up to be so damn pretty?
Iris – she had been astonishingly sexy. She had had the kind of power on stage that brings men to their knees. But the naïve way she handled it? Christian has to assume that Iris has no idea what she really has going on. After all, Iris had always been cute, but she’d always been a little too ch
I twist a little under Christian’s gaze at he stares at me, wordless. God – the intensity of it. I mean, I had just tried to make a little joke, but the way he’s looking at me? I mean, what on earth is he thinking? “Master is clear, boss,” Nico says, striding out of the main bedroom and heading
Nico’s face stays grave, but Frankie’s mouth twists in a smirk as he clearly works to hold back laughter. Christian just sighs, beginning to slowly wave the metal detector along the length of my left arm, starting at my finger tips and moving inwards. “Check her hair,” Nico directs. “Could have
I study Christian as I undo the clasp at my back, pulling my bikini top away and tossing it on the bed. God, I think, studying Christian as his back is turned, he got tall, and so broad. I bend my knees, dipping down to undo the clasps of my shoes as I think that his size is not the only change. I
“What?” I ask, looking as well. “Oh,” I say, a little surprised to see a bruise starting there, just above the crease. “Well, that’s new…” “Those assholes,” Christian grumbles, dropping my arm and raising his eyes to mine. “Bonetti’s men are always so needlessly brutal. I’m sorry, we’ll get you so
I don’t get much sleep after that, though I do finish my whole sandwich, hungrier than I thought I’d be. But when I push the empty plate away I stare at the ceiling in the dark for a long time, feeling disheartened. Honestly, what has my life become? I’m a little glad, really, that Christian nev
Christian groans, glaring at his cousin and then storming into the kitchen, pulling a phone out of his sweatpants pocket on the way. He leans against the counter with his back to me, murmuring furiously to whoever is on the other line. “What’s up!” Frankie’s voice calls out from behind me, and I s