[Rosco’s POV]I stare down at Denali, taking in the look of resistance and hurt in her eyes, while her words begin to slowly wrap themselves around me like a fucking noose.Until the doubt disappears.Until the fucking doubt disappears.And whose fault was it that she had this doubt? Oh, right, it w
[Denali’s POV]I lay alone, staring at the alarm clock that ticks off each and every minute that passes, and Rosco doesn’t return. Sighing, I turn over, trying to will myself not to think too hard about it, but when I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt on his face from what I said.“Was I too
[Denali’s POV]I stare up at Rosco in disbelief while trying to figure out how to get him to back away from me. However, I keep coming up empty, at least until the smoke alarm starts going off, giving me the perfect opportunity to change the direction this encounter is going.“Shit,” I gasp, attempt
With each passing minute, my anxiety begins to flare, and before I even know it, I’m taking the stairs two at a time before bursting into the kitchen to find that it is also empty.“Can I help you with something, miss?”Gasping, I whirl around to find a pretty maid with chestnut brown hair and kind
[Rosco’s POV]Nadia stares at me with a look of hurt in her eyes, but it quickly disappears, and a mischievous gleam replaces it.“Have you still not forgiven me?” She pouts just as her father comes to join us.“Welcome, Rosco,” he booms, grabbing my hand and shaking it. “I do apologize for the sudd
[Denali’s POV]“Nadia.”Rosco’s voice echoes from the other end of the phone, followed by a woman’s giggle.“I told you that we weren’t done,” she says.Frowning, I pull the phone away from my ear and click the end-call button. So this was what his business trip was. He was off seeing some other wom
[Denali's POV]I watch as my father fights to control his anger, but in the end, he doesn’t argue any further. Instead, he lets out a snarl while his eyes flash with anger before he turns and storms away.It is only when he gets into his car and zooms off that I finally feel myself deflate while Win
“Please, madam,” the maid continues when I don’t move or usher her in. “Don’t get me in trouble with the master. We have limited time.”“Oh, right,” I murmur, stepping out of her way. “Then please proceed.”One hour and two bags later, I’m loading onto a private jet, and once I’m settled, we are tak