“That is not an answer,” I snap His eyes are like a whirlpool of waves. A storm was raging behind the gray pools. They seemed to be beckoning me to their depths. Trapping me, refusing to let me go. It’s then that I see it. A crack in his armor. The reason why he didn’t want me to see Ethan. For t
I am a nervous wreck. Everything inside is vibrating at an alarming rate. My heart is beating erratically, and my stomach is in knots. I stare at the prison walls, not really sure if I should go in or not. I don’t know whether I’ve ever visited Ethan before, but it matters. To me, at this very mome
I stare at the father of my daughter. The man that I’d trusted and wanted enough to sleep with. My eyes take in his features as I try to get my brain to work.He looked different. Don’t get me wrong, he was still really good-looking, but he seemed different from the man I had a glimpse of in my memo
Rowan. “You’ve got to give me something, Reaper... Anything at this point, honestly.” My voice was strained, and I was doing all I could to prevent myself from lashing out. It was frustrating as hell that we still don’t know who the fuck was behind Ava’s attack. It was fucking with my head that wh
Without wasting time, I cross the soft carpet and head out of my office. I walk down the hallway, heading towards Gabe’s office. “Is my brother in?” I ask his secretary once I get to his side of the floor. We were the only board member’s that were on this floor. Mainly because we retained the high
Chapter 153. Ava “Is it okay if Corrine and I come by the day after tomorrow?” Letty asks. She had called a few minutes ago. I’d been surprised, but happy that she had. The last time she was here, we talked, and I got why I’d become her friend despite her relationship with Travis. She was a fun
My heart beats wildly as I listen to them. Do you think he told her the truth? That single sentence keeps playing in my mind over and over again, like a broken damn record. I feel paralyzed as I wait for Rowan to reply. I hold Iris tightly in my arms because I could feel not only my hands but my
“Ava, wake up; dinner is ready.” His voice pulls me from my dreams. It wasn’t a really good dream, but neither was it bad. It was one of those dreams that left you with confusion and vague images of what you dreamed of. “Iris?” “Don’t worry. She woke up; I gave her a bottle, and she went back to