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 MoreASTRIDThe moonlight that looms over the tall building gives a mysterious quality. I glance around the parking lot as Lilly puts the car in park.“It’s jam-packed. Why don’t we check out another bar, Ritz Perhaps?” I ask Lilly, my voice betraying my chagrin.A host of bitter feeling hurdles in my belly as the past week flickers in my mind. Tristan has been texting nonstop making millions of promises and vowing his devotion. I hate the intrusion. The fact that he’s failed to see there’s nothing left for us makes me resent him more.How can he not see that what we shared was toxic? We fought about everything and he was ever – barely on the same page with him. If I suggest we visit a certain location for vacation, he’d end up booking suites in another country and cajoling me into accepting his decision.Foolish me! I always did! I was so blind, so enamored by his charms and the man he pretended to be when he wasn’t acting like a dick.“You’re going to ruin my car seat if you keep on grip
JORDANTill death do us part.The words rattle in my mind as I step into the sun, pulling down the large sunglasses to protect my eyes from the glaring beam. Oddly, the chaos I’ve been feeling since I stepped foot back in the City that was once like a home to me dissipates as I walk towards the gravestone with my wife’s name boldly inscribed on it.We had promised each other forever. Ours was a whirlwind romance with one date and we were already planning our future and checking out townhouses and beach houses in Barcelona for family vacations.“Mr. Remington.”I pause mid-stride, turning around to glance behind me. My brows wrinkle slightly as I try to recall the face of the younger man before me. He appears to be in his late twenties and in his hands are roses and a bottle of wine. Wine? That’s odd.Perhaps he finally perceives my curiosity and flashes me a smile. “I’m the caretaker. I took over after my dad died last month. He told me about you.” His glance shifts towards the direc
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
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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