Clawing her way out of a toxic relationship that could be likened to hell, all Astrid Volkov wanted on the night of her twenty-first birthday was to be alone, but her loud friends found a way to drag her ass to the club where she came in contact with the mysterious older man, who appeared to be her knight in shining armour after he saved her from getting harassed. The connection they tried so hard to suppress fought its way out after a few drinks, entangling them in a night of unforgettable passion. Astrid could have sworn that would be the last of him, but this bitch called fate pulled its stunt once more and their paths crossed again, but this time, the tables drastically spun and she was quick to find out that the mysterious older man that gave her the best night of her life was none other than Jordan Remington, her father's long time best friend. The duo were hellbent on putting that night behind them, but Astrid's stubbornness and the sparks that still lingered from that night begged to differ. Was Astrid willing to screw all odds and go for what she wanted, knowing the risks involved? Was Jordan willing to put his friendship and reputation on the line for a girl he was old enough to father?
View MoreJORDAN “My bedroom? Hmm, interesting.” Her lips twist into a cynical smile. She twirls her glass, making the drink slosh.I know I’m making a fucking mistake and I should flee looking the other way but I can’t do that. I can’t focus when she is not near, and when she is near, her warmth is everything I think about.Why do I need to spend another night with her? Why can’t I walk away from her and bury what happened between us in the past? It should be easy to forget about her, right? So why can’t I fucking do that?Why am I here?Because there was more to that night than just a steamy encounter between two consenting adults.True. Even now, the truth is shimmering like an invisible force, pulling me towards her.Chemistry.Electric, fiery chemistry that snaps the air taut and makes my body throb in a vicious response. What is it about Astrid that stirs me and makes me want to relinquish every fiber of control to her?She let the wine spill from her lips, trailing down her chin. She da
JORDANExhilaration fills me as the car pulls to a stop in front of the tall building. I heave a breath, hoping it’d be enough to relax me, enough to take in the scenery and decide on my next stepI have absolutely no idea why I texted Astrid. She has such a fierce hold on me that even when I tend to get myself into being logical, I always succumb to the one I strive to avoid that is being with her.Dinner didn’t turn out as I had hoped. I anticipated a lively evening filled with laughter, banter, and catching up on everything I’ve missed. A part of me had assumed she would be happy to see that I was putting in effort into moving on from what we had.I was wrong. Very wrong. The moment she spotted Fernanda, her eyes hardened, and her composure was stiff. If there’s one thing I’ve come to know about her, it’s the fact that she doesn’t back down from anything. No matter what it is.Putting the car in the park, I take a quick glance around. It’s 11:56. A few minutes to midnight, and I’m
ASTRID “Well, have you thought about what I said, Jordan?” Dad asks and casts me an appraising glance.Jordan studies me as though seeing me for the first time, and then he retreats his gaze, fixing it on my father.“We’re not hiring right now, and you know how it is. We can’t bring in a new person at this critical moment.”“But she’ll be an asset to your company. Have you seen her work? She’s efficient.”“She’s your daughter. Of course, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’ve heard about her, and I must say,” He casts me a grin, “I’m impressed.”Perplexed, I cock my head at the two men, glancing at them simultaneously. “What are you both talking about like I’m not here?”“You father suggested I employ your services in my company.”Understanding hit me like a softball sailing over a home plate. Dad never mentioned anything like that to me. “But I’m working, and I don’t remember complaining to anyone about my job.”“That man overworks you. You need to be in a space where your w
ASTRID Jordan’s eyes sneak up to mine as I navigate the tables towards them. Behind me is a woman in a white shirt and maroon colored pants. She’s chatting, asking me about my day and stuff I don’t care to focus on as my entire attention is on the dark-haired man sucking a straw, his lips twisting in a smirk.Dad shoots up from his chair as I draw closer to the table. He comes around the table and pulls out a chair for me.“Hi, Dad. How long have you been waiting?”He engulfs me in a warm hug, and I hear him inhale slowly. I relax into him, placing my head on his shoulder. Then, he moves away and gestures at the table. That’s when I noticed the woman leaning her chin on Jordan’s shoulder and peering into his phone.She raises her head as if she can feel my stare and tosses me a charming grin. My nerves coil, and I ball my fist, digging my sharp fingers into my skin.What the hell was Jordan thinking bringing another woman to our date?I thought Dad said it was going to be just us?“T
ASTRID “What is it like to play the knight?”I pivot, walking backwards to lean on the porch railing. “What do you mean? I'm no knight, Lisa.”“Everyone seems to think you are. Ava said you played a part in Dad’s release. She couldn’t stop gushing about you over the phone last night.”“Ava isn’t everyone. Her opinion is probably based on our friendship.”“Is it?”“You sound upset. What’s the problem?”I’m not upset. I’m trying to understand what makes you think you belong here. That you could barge into our private moment and act like you are part of this family.”I smile without pausing.“Ava is my friend. We’ve bonded over work, conversation about family, love, life in general, and I honesty consider her as a part of my life now. I don’t know if you understand what I’m trying to say, but I want you to know that I’m not trying to barge into your family. I wanted to meet your Dad and you, of course.”A glimmer of disbelief flashes in her eyes. “Georgia told me about you that first ni
ASTRID “I still can’t believe this is really happening.” Ava declares as we drive through the streets to her house in Elf’s avenue.When she called me last night about having her family over for dinner today, I almost fell on my butt as I skipped around my kitchen, waving a knife in the air and screaming so loudly that my voice cracked.I was elated.Her father is out of jail. Lisa is beginning to accept the fact that her sister acted out of hurt. Being betrayed by their mother affected Ava deeply, especially as she was the first child and left with the responsibility of caring for her younger sister and father who was barely sober enough to hold a conversation, not to talk of noticing the pains his teenaged daughters were going through.“Lisa cancelled her show tonight just to spend time with us. A part of me keeps thinking that it’s because of Dad, you know, they are close and all of that, but then, I can’t help but also feel that she’s doing it for me too.”“What did she say when
JORDAN Moonlight stream through the windows, mingling with the dimmed lights of my study. Breathless and my muscles aching with maddening need. The image of Astrid in a low-cut gown, her ginger blonde splayed on her delicate shoulders, and her lips twitching in a sultry smile.I have no idea where the image pops out from but it’s messing up my train of thought and causing a massive discomfort in my pants. I adjust for the fifth time, stifling a moan as the tip of my shaft brushes the thick material of my pants.Something churns inside of me.Deep regret?Desire?Anticipation?I shake my head gently. The fantasy that comes from knowing a woman like Astrid intimately has to be discarded.I shuffle through the emails. I have a meeting at 10 am with the board. Nelson suggests I give them another chance as they’ve been with the company since it started.Outside, the sun hardens. I flex my fingers as I watch the throngs of people going through the sidewalks. For a moment, I stare, drinking
ASTRID To someone who used to love spending so much time with Tristan, it's strange how I keep drawing my gaze to my wrist, counting down to when I can finally walk out of this restaurant, get in my car, and go home.My mom is nowhere in sight. I even asked one of the waitpersons if they'd seen her, and the lady said no. She went further to say that Mom didn't make any reservations.I fiddle with the napkin, wrinkling it and imagining it's wrapped around Tristan's neck. He hasn't changed at all. The nerves of him to expect me to show up in a red dress because he said so amuses me. What the hell!How can one man be so arrogant, rude, spiteful, dramatic, and, of course, incapable of reading the room? I should be pissed, right? Pissed that I had put up with him for two years. But I guess I'm done hating him. Now I feel sorry for him and the next woman he'll drag down with him.“Why are you so upset?” Tristan asks blankly, staring at my face.I feel a chill. Not the good kind, but one th
ASTRID I walk into the humane society kennel as the attendant turns over the OPEN sign. It’s less chaotic, and that shows they’ve been in for a while setting up and cleaning the stalls. I learned animals are a lot more like toddlers. They demand so much attention and can be loud, too.A young woman hurries past me with a German shepherd under her arms. She’s whimpering, her hair ruffled, her shirt has coffee stains and something darker. The attendant holds the door open for her and grabs the animal from her arms. She motions at the bench, but the woman shakes her head and trails after her, her palm over her mouth.Swallowing a lump, I tear my gaze away from them and exhale slowly. I don’t understand Ava Rock's reason for choosing to meet here. When I texted her about the book and asked if she was ready to proceed, she said she needed to add a few things to the epilogue. The epilogue looks okay to me. Like the rest of her books I’ve come across - this one strikes a chord in my mind.
ASTRID “Don’t you dare walk out on me, Astrid, this is all your fault!” Tristan barks, his eyes bulging as rage burns in their depth.He’s being ridiculous and the last thing I want to do tonight is stand here and listen to him act like a fucking child. I grab the door handle and cross the threshold, stepping into the balcony. Before I can take another step, I hear his footsteps hard and fast behind me, and then the scent of his cologne wafts into my nostrils, making me feel nauseous and irritated.“Go away, Tristan. I have nothing to say to you.” I mutter, closing my eyes as the cold air brushes my skin. The sun has set and the cloud is darkening with an intensity that matches the storm brewing inside of me, casting an ominous shadow over everything I’ve believed in for the past three years.Tristan and I met at a fundraiser three years ago. It wasn’t love at first sight but a bond that was fostered by our parents’ stance in society. His father, Keith Blackwood owns half the city ...
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