Rodrigo galloped faster and faster on his horse. He was riding a sprightly mare named Hera. She was stark white and so beautiful. An absolute pleasure to ride. He loved that his stud farm covered acres of land, allowing him to ride for miles without any probing eyes. And he did ride, every single da
He led her inside the house to where a breakfast spread was laid out on the dining table. Her eyes fell on the pitcher of orange juice, and she beamed at him. She filled a glass for herself and took a sip. “So yum,” she said, licking her lips. He stared at her, unable to take his gaze off her lush
He chuckled, his fingers still stroking her hair. “Of course I do. But I can’t wear jeans to work. My clients and staff will think I’ve lost the plot.” “Ooh, imagine if you wore a t-shirt to an important client meeting,” she giggled, “Oh! It would be so much fun shocking them.” “Absolutely not,” h
“Better, I’ll show you.” He dragged her off his lap and out the back of the house to the front of the stables, where a groom was waiting with Xerxes. She rushed to the horse, taking his reins. “Hi, handsome. What are you doing here?” The groom tied Xerxes to a pole and left them with a nod. Rodrig
She cupped his face. “You really do have trust issues.” He lowered his mouth, but she turned and pushed him against the cold tiles, turning on the shower. They were drenched in seconds. She studied him through her wet lashes. “Take everything off.” He didn’t need to be told twice. When he was bar
Rodrigo ended his call and returned to bed, pulling her atop him as he always did. As usual, he played with her hair, twisting the strands in his fingers. He had this bizarre fascination with her hair, especially the red-colored tips of her hair. Not that she minded…she didn’t. In fact, she reveled
“At one time, Keya and Wynter were very judgemental about me, and they used their influence over Roy to create problems between him and me.” She squinted. “That sounds like more of a Roy problem than Keya’s or Wynter’s problem. He needn’t have listened to them.” His frown deepened as if he’d never
He sighed. “What am I looking at?” “As instructed by you, I canceled all donations to the charities started by your birth parents,” she said. “I also began looking at each of them individually. All of them checked out except for this one.” She tapped a finger on the highlighted entries. “Paani Org