Mr. Gary phone starts ringing momentarily, distracting me for a moment.“Hello,” he says.“Oh, I’ll be right there,” I hear Mr. Gary say.Natalia aunt returns minutes later with a brown envelope.“Here you go,” she says as she hands the envelope to him.“Thank you. I’ll work on this,” he says.“If you don’t mind, I need to leave. My next appointment is waiting for me,” he says.“Of course, we don’t mind. Thank you for stopping by,” my aunt says.“You’re welcome, ma’am. If you have any more questions or need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me,” he says.“Sure, I will.” I give him a bright smile as he removes his wallet and brings out a black card.“Please, have this,” he says, and I collect the card. I curiously turn it before giving him a smile.“I’ll see you around,” Mr. Gary announces before leaving.“So, you will be staying,” my aunt says, and I release a sigh.“I’m not sure, Aunt. My life isn’t here anymore. What will I be doing? I wanted to finish this and go back to my l
Oh,” Natalia auntie says before she goes silent.“You’re right. He is doing pretty well with himself, just like you’re doing,” she says.“Sure, aunt,” I tell her.“That reminds me, now that you’re staying back, what do you intend to do?”“I have no idea. I need a job. I’ll have to put my job hunt in New York on hold,” I realize my slip too late.“You are job hunting?” Auntie Mary says with wide eyes. I sigh because there is no use keeping this from her anymore.“Yes, I am. I’ve been out of a job for a while. I’m trying to get by, but the bills and Goerge schooling won’t take care of themselves,” I explain.“I’m so sorry about this. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? What happened to your previous job? You were an excellent interior decorator. One of the best I know, so why are you out of a job?” She asks with a frown. Her compliment makes me smile. She is one of the few people I know who won’t hesitate to sing praises of me even when I don’t deserve it.“We didn’t really have the ch
, I’m sorry I missed that,” I tell her with a smile.“It’s alright; I was just saying, do you mind joining my family and me this Saturday,” she asks.“We have this little get-together we do every two weeks. I’d love for you to join,” she says.“I’m not sure what my schedule looks like, but I’ll see what I can come up with.”“I know you’re busy, but I would really love it if you could join us sometime, not necessarily this weekend” she says. I smile at her persistence.“I’ll see what I can do about it. I’ll keep it in mind,” I tell her.“Thank you,” she says. Stella , my assistant, chooses that time to walk in.“I forwarded the emails like you instructed Nathan ” she says, and I smile.“Thank you,”“You’re welcome,” she replies.“Please, I’d like you to show Mrs. Wilson our latest collections. She can choose any one of her choices, and the bill is on the house,” I relay to Stella. She nods as I give her the instructions.“Okay.”“Mrs. Wilson , please, Stella will take care of the rest,
Monday sounds fine. I’ll just get my stuff here,” I tell him.“That’s not a problem. I’ll just get a few things moved around and arrange for my things to be shipped here. I’ll just ask my friend Bekah to arrange something for me,” I tell him.“Perfect We will have to clear a bigger room for you,” I twirl around when I hear my aunt’s voice. A smile lights up my face when I see her approaching with a tray of juice. I stand up eagerly and hurry to assist her.“Thank you, my dear,” she says with all smiles. It’s clear she has been eavesdropping on our conversation. It amuses me that she still wants me around her like I’m the little girl from all those years ago.“You’re welcome, aunt,” I smile before placing the tray on the table. I hand each cup to everyone and take one for myself.“I’m so happy you agreed to stay. We have a lot to catch up on. It’s even better you will be staying here,” she says excitedly. That’s when my uncle’s previous words dawn on me. Surely, they don’t think I’ll s
Married?”“Yes, married. I heard about his engagement some years ago. I assumed he would be happily married with kids by now,” I say.“Oh, dear, you didn’t hear?” She says, and I give her a puzzled look.“Rosalina, his ex-fiancé, called off the wedding,” she says, and I gape in shock.“What?” I ask in utter surprise.“Yes, she did. It was big news around here.”“Why?” I ask while my mind is racing. Why did I not hear about the broken engagement?“No one knows. There are rumors that Rosalina broke it off with him with claims that he isn’t the man for such commitment,” she says. I frown. That doesn’t sound like Nathan . I recall how we would always talk about getting married and raising kids.“Wow, I had no idea. It must have been devastating for him,” I say.“That’s what we all thought, but Nathan took it in stride. It didn’t even seem like his engagement was broken. In fact, that year, he started breaking more records with his art. It’s an amazing thing that someone like Nathan is sti
Aunt Maryann?” He asks.“Do you have any other one?” I ask in amusement.“Please, give the phone to her,” he says excitedly. I hand over the phone to Aunt Maryann.“My darling. It’s so good to hear from you again,” Aunt Maryann says. I shake my head in amusement and leave the room. I need to start making arrangements to get my things. Aunt Maryann returns to my room some minutes later with my phone.“He says I can send my special cookies to him,” Aunt Maryann says with absolute delight. I shake my head in amusement.“Is that so pumpkin?” I ask, chuckling, as I take the phone from her.“Yes, as a matter of fact, I’ll love to spend my holidays with her, Mom,” he says. I glance at Aunt Maryann; it seems she is eager to know what my response will be. Evidently, they’ve discussed this.“Sure, you can,” I say with a smile.“Yay! My baby will be visiting me soon,” Aunt Maryann yells excitedly before leaving the room. I chuckle at her reaction before returning my attention to Goerge .“You ar
“I’m not sure. I was thinking of calling Bekah to see if she can have the important things shipped. We can put the rest up for sale,” I tell him.“Oh, I can handle that,” Goerge says.“No, I don’t want you missing your classes for this,” I tell him.“I won’t. Even if Aunt Bekah will sort it, I want to assist. Besides, I’ll be able to tell what we can and cannot keep,” he is right about this; besides, it will mean less work for Bekah.“Okay, if you insist,” I tell him.“Sure, Mom. I’ll be free from Friday all through to Tuesday. I can travel to New York Friday morning and return Sunday morning,” he says.“Sure, that sounds like a plan. I’ll just see if Mabel is free so we don’t ruin her schedule,”“Okay, Mom. I’ll be expecting to hear from you,” he says, and I smile.“Thank you, son,” I tell him.“You’re welcome, Mom. I have to go now. Talk to you later,” he says.“Talk to you soon,” I reply.I release a sigh the minute the call ends. I quickly dial Bekah’s number. All I get is the ans
“You don’t need to cry, Aunt. I’m fine now,” I comfort her, embracing her warmly. I had always feared revealing the truth to her, but I couldn’t bear the thought of burdening her with my past.“Oh, it could have been avoided. I feel like I failed my sister,” she says with teary eyes.“No, you didn’t. You and Uncle Tyler have taken care of me as your own, something John neglected to do for me and for that, I’ll forever be grateful,”I reassure her.“Why would he do such a despicable thing, marrying you off like that? Is this some sort of medieval times? Why didn’t you call me? I would have come back to stop the madness,” she says with anger.“There wasn’t enough time, and there was too much at stake. I couldn’t risk it,” I explain. I had feared that if I involved her, it would have only made things worse for Nathan with my father.“Aunt Maryann, it’s nothing for you to worry about now. I just wanted you to know the truth. Can we not resist the past anymore?” I ask, hoping for a fresh st
“You’re here!” I say, heading toward it but stop when it’s Katy who appears.“You!” she hisses. “I knew something was off. He didn’t kill you!”Before I can answer, she’s on me like a rabid cat. She claws at me, slapping every part of me she can make contact with.Startled, I raise my hands protectively over my face, afraid to hit her back and severely hurt her. As it is, Nathan already hates me for any part I might have played in the death of his father.The woman may be older and weaker, but her strikes are impactful. She shoves against me, slapping her palms against my shoulders and chest, driving me toward the rear of the deck. It all happens so fast that I don’t realize I’m so close to the glass rail until it hits my lower back.“You have to calm down!” I plead.“Why did he have to want you? You look nothing like me! But Leo always liked them younger. Tell me, did you like how he fucked you?”“What? You think I slept with your husb—” Another whack, this time right across the chin
But he saved my life. He risked himself to keep me alive. And fuck it all, I love him! I can’t just sit back and let him die.A chair is pushed and the sound of footsteps come my way. Before they reach the doors, I bolt out the entrance and am already across the street when I hear, “Natalia !”But I don’t stop. Don’t look back. My mission now is to save Nathan Natalia Irun like the Devil is at my heels, not bothering to glance back over my shoulder, because even that simple action could cost me precious seconds.For blocks, I maintain that speed, my lungs burning and the stitch on my side threatening to bring me down.When I’m far enough that I feel anyone following would have lost sight of me, I tuck myself into an alley and wait. After several minutes, I tug my cell phone out and dial Nathan , but it goes straight to voicemail.“Pick up, dammit!” I dial again, but like before, it goes to his mail.“Nathan . You have to leave your house. A man named Steven Kroos is coming. He’s bri
“The hell it is. Do you have any idea the worry you put me through? No calls or texts the last couple of—” His eyes bulge from his skull as he takes in the blood on my shirt. “You’re hurt.” “No, Dad. It’s not my blood. I’m not hurt.” He digs his fingertips into the corners of his eyes as if he’s trying to keep from crying. “I thought I would lose my mind when I found out exactly who you were with. His name isn’t Nathan Manguire . It’s Nathan Carlos .” I rear back in shock that he knows. “What?” “My gut was right, Em. He’s a fucking criminal. The worst kind.” “How do you know that?” From the study, the handsome man who visited the gallery to meet with Dad steps out. Steven Kroos . His icy-blue stare roves over me, and he smiles. “I’m glad to see you’re home safe. Especially after being in the Robertson den.” “Mr. Kroos is the one who tracked down information on Carlos . Nathan is their new godfather.” His eyes narrow on me. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?” Looking betwee
He tilts his head, his eyes raking over my face, searching. “What makes you think that?” “It was in the way he looked at me,” I say. “It’s the same wayyoulook at me. I know you said he loved your stepmother, but I swear it’s true.” “I saidsheloved him. I never said he loved her back.” He glances out the windshield, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Is that why you killed him? You didn’t appreciate his attentions?” “He came to the house when my father wasn’t there. I’m not even sure how he got in. But he followed me from room to room and begged me to give him a chance. I asked him to leave, told him that he was scaring me. He decided to grab me and try to kiss me. “I got out of his hold and ran to the desk drawer my father keeps his Glock in and threatened him. He still refused to leave. The moment he took a step toward me, I shot. It was meant to scare him, nothing more. I could never kill anyone. The bullet grazed his arm, but he was alive.” “You didn’t follow him out?
“You cut yourself,” I say. “It wouldn’t have been believable otherwise.” “Why did you do it, Nathan ? Why did you spare my life?” He pulls over several blocks from my house. We sit there in silence for what seems like forever, the only sound the pitter-patter of scattered rain against the windshield. “Why did you save me?” I repeat the question that’s been burning in my mind. “Your mother wants me dead, but you saved me.” Without turning to me, he replies, “Iwanted you dead.” His response is another blow to my already battered heart. But he deserves the truth. “I didn’t kill your father, Nathan . It wasn’t me.” Now he does turn to me and I almost wish he hadn’t. The shadows I’ve wondered about from the start have emerged and they’re darker and more terrifying than I could have imagined. They’re blackened with Nathan ’s fury, hate, grief, and confusion. They tear at my chest, splaying it open. Raw pain fills me at the sight of those beautiful golden eyes looking so tortured, spa
My gaze flicks from her to the elevator and to the rooftop access door, wondering if I could somehow reach either of them. And if I did, are they unlocked? As if from out of thin air, Nathan produces a piece of rope. When he tries to take one of my wrists, I make to get up again, but I’m slammed into the damned chair again. It doesn’t matter how much I fight, he easily pulls my hands behind me and ties them. “You wanted her, there she is,” he says to her, and I notice with at least a bit of satisfaction that he’s panting. I guess I wasn’t that easy to subdue. Nathan ’s stepmother comes toward me, her hips swaying. She sips her wine as she studies me. “You killed my husband.” I don’t bother to respond to her comment. She doesn’t care what I have to say. If she did, she would have asked me if I did it. And if so, why. All she cares about is revenge. The who, what, and why of it doesn’t matter to her. Turning to Nathan , I realize he’s not once asked me either. They’re the same. Part
“Mmm. Is it that or that you have Natalia Kane in your bed?”I stiffen, feeling my heart leap into my throat. She knows my name?“Who I have in my bed is none of your concern,” Nathan says.“It is when that whore killed your father! That’s right,” she adds, “I know it was her.”My heart isn’t just in my throat anymore. It seems to have stopped. Suddenly, my blood pressure drops and every pore in my body releases sweat.“John ” I hear Nathan murmur just as I pull away.There’s walking, the sound of heels clacking against the wood floors. “John was loyal to Gustavo and Leo . Of course he would be loyal to me as well.”“Then he’s useless to me,” he says.“You’ve known it was her for days and have done nothing about it!” she shouts.“It is at my discretion to decide what and when I will do something, Katy .”“The godfather only has power so long as the men respect him. How do you think they will react when they find out that instead of killing her, you’ve been fucking her?”My mind racin
Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until we both die.” Her eyes fly open, and for a moment, there are no walls between us. The pain, betrayal, and lust are bared fully. “Then fuck me,” she finally says. “And maybe we’ll die together.” My mouth is on hers then. I slide my fingers from her cunt and we both work savagely at getting rid of my clothes. All the while, we kiss with a passion that only the dying know. The instant I’m naked, I’m inside her, thrusting, burying my dick all the way to the balls, pulling back out, and slamming home again. Natalia is wrapped around me, arms and legs holding me tightly against her as she lifts her hips up, meeting each of my thrusts. We fuck like we’re drowning and these are our last gasping breaths. Deep and desperate. She fits me like a fucking glove, her pussy tight around my dick, her body molding to mine perfectly. The way she tastes, smells, feels… It all fits me like no one else ever has, and for the briefest of moments, I almost wish I’d neve
I flip it open and freeze, focused intensely on the drawing of a pair of eyes.Myeyes. Only, they’re not the way I’m accustomed to seeing them. They have the same shape, same dark spots on the irises. There’s a deep crease between them. But in the drawing, they’re slightly upturned and crinkled at the edges, and there’s a slight gleam to them, as if I’m smiling.Because I was.Several times, she called my name, grinning so widely when I looked at her that I couldn’t help but smile. She captured those moments.Does light penetrate shadows, or do the shadows drown out the light?I asked that question not long ago. The answer is both. She’s managed to light up my eyes while I’ve filled hers with darkness.Blowing out a breath full of exhaustion, I set the sketch aside. Tired, I shut my lids and must drift off instantly, because a bolt of lightning that rumbles even through the sound barriers I’ve erected around the loft wakes me. Instantly, I glance at the door.Though she has access to w