Connor"I didn't think you were going to get engaged before I did," Ken says jokingly when we meet at a bar later that evening. "But congratulations, my man."I take a shot and relish the slight burn as the liquid slides down my throat. "Congratulations? Did you hear a word I just said?"He nods. "Yup, I did. Loud and clear. To avoid a scandal that you didn't tell me about, even though I am your right-hand man, you are now in an official relationship with Evelyn. Your neighbor and the woman you are in love with."I groan. "I am not—""You're going to say you're not falling in love with her?" Ken does not hesitate to call me out. "Come on, I've seen the two of you. The double date we were supposed to go on was a chance for you two...to bond or something.""Mira wasn't sick?" I ask.He shakes his head, grinning slyly. "Nope, she wasn't. It was her idea to give you guys an opportunity to go on a date because you were too chicken to ask Evelyn out, and Evelyn has no idea how you feel even
Evelyn"You look ravishing," Connor says as I get out of the car, with him holding my hand, "but I wish you had come let me get you."I shake my head. "You wouldn't have wanted to see my parents, trust me. I spared you from getting an interrogation this evening when they dropped by my apartment unannounced."It was an hour before the non-profit, tech-related event that Connor and I decided we would use to announce our relationship—precisely two weeks and five days before the unveiling, that my parents showed up.My mom said she was worried because I wouldn't let her help me and getting them out of my apartment came with me promising that I would tell her all the details later, and telling my father that if my career failed, I would join him. I lied through my teeth, of course, but it got them out.Which was why I texted Connor to leave without me.He kisses the back of my palm. "If you asked me to, I would walk on hot coals for you."My cheeks lit up at the sexy drawl of his tone, and
EvelynFive minutes after Connor leaves, an older woman approaches me. I sense the hostility in her eyes before she opens her mouth."I've been watching you," she says.I groan inwardly. Right. I do have an actual target on my back. "Nice to meet you, too."She doesn't try to mask her dislike for me. "There is nothing nice about our meeting. Why are you with Connor Everest? For the money?"Money? If this bleached blonde, tacky jewelry-wearing woman knew who I was, she wouldn't say those words. I let her go on, though. Bringing my parents into the conversation means this might get back to them, and I'll have my mother to deal with."My daughter, Alicia, is a better woman than you will ever be, you gold digger," she spits, figuratively. "And I have been waiting for the right moment to introduce them, so I don't know what you've done to be with him, but I suggest you undo it."I turn to look into the hall. Where is Connor with that much-needed drink?"Look," I decide to fight my battle w
Connor"Take the day off and come somewhere with me," I hold Evelyn's hand to keep her from leaving.She hasn't looked at my face since she walked into my office, but the worrying aspect is that I haven't seen her one-on-one since the party two days ago. It might have been forty-eight hours for her, but it feels like forever to me."The project," she complains. "There is a lot to be done.""A lot that you haven't done yet? You are the hardest working person I know, Evelyn, which means that whatever you want to do, you have done it already. Maybe ten times already."She pulls her arm, but I don't let go."Please? I'm worried you're overworking yourself, and I need you. My company needs you. Take the rest of the day off. Let's go somewhere fun.""Where is somewhere fun?" she asks.***Two hours later, we arrive at an old industrial building. I rush to her side to open the door and offer my hand."You don't have to do this, you know," Evelyn comments. "This place is very cool but I doubt
ConnorTaking her hand again, I lead her from the room we are in, through a corridor, and into another area of the building. As we walk through the semi-lit hallway, I remember what I wanted to say.When she said she didn't want me throwing her grand gestures, it was at the tip of my tongue to tell her I hadn't booked this place for that reason. I wanted to tell Evelyn it was because I didn't want anyone ruining the mood, and I wanted to make her smile without distractions.I—Why can't I say the words?At some point, my feet do the job of moving while my brain goes over thoughts that point back to Evelyn, so I don't see that she stops until I run into her. Evelyn makes an oomph sound and turns around—and we come face to face.My senses are quickly alerted to how good she smells—a combination of soft scents that waft through the air, sink into my nose, and settle on my skin. When my hand reaches out to hold her, the softness of her skin makes me sigh quietly."Are you okay?" I ask.Sh
Evelyn."So, it turns out that my best friend got engaged, and she didn't feel the need to inform me," Mira says, smacking on her gum as she barges into my apartment, carrying designer shopping bags.She drops them on a chair and turns around to stare at me accusingly. "Why didn't you tell me that you got engaged to Connor Everest, the man you swore you didn't have feelings for and who is also your boss?"It thoroughly slipped my mind to inform her, and it's been less than two weeks since Connor and I attended that event, where we informed everyone who cared to know. Since then, I've been focused on so many things at the same time, from dealing with the paparazzi who seem to show up at the most inconvenient places since they cannot camp in front of the building.With two weeks left until the unveiling gala, everyone's nerves are on edge. I have completed the final touches on my portion of the project and ran repeated tests to make sure everything is as it should be."I'm sorry," I apo
Connor"Sir," my secretary stands at the slightly open door, "a couple wants to see you."My eyebrows knit together. "Who? Do they have an appointment?"She walks in, closes the door gently, and hurries to my desk. "It's Mr. and Mrs. Lockhart. Evelyn's parents. They are here to see you."Eh?"Here to see me?"She nods. "Yes. Um, do I tell them you're occupied? I could think of something—an excuse."I shake my head. They must be here because of the engagement. Evelyn said she would give me a heads-up, but she is away at a meeting for the company."Let them in. Thank you."A minute later, Evelyn's parents walk in. As soon as I set eyes on them, seeing her mother's bright smile and her father's serious eyes, my heart races."I should have prepared for a day like this," I mutter. I should have asked Evelyn to prepare a series of flashcards in case I ever ran into them and needed to convince her parents that we were two people madly in love.But...I am in love with her, aren't I? I know al
EvelynI see the flash as I turn my head to the large window showing a view of the street, but I don't see anyone. As much as I don't like the flashes and bright lights that come with being the fiancée of a popular CEO and public personality, I've schooled myself not to react in any way that might end up as a scandal."I'm probably just imagining this," I mutter. "Must be from all the pictures taken of us yesterday."Connor and I had to attend an event last minute, and a red carpet was outside the building. Suffice it to say we spent an hour trying to get from the limo that took us there into the place because of the press.There's another event tomorrow—I cannot wait until all of this is over—so I told him I'd go shopping myself instead of picking something from my closet.I'll also kill two birds with one stone and get a dress for myself for the unveiling gala that's in a little over a week.Then, I'll buy a piece of jewelry for my mom to apologize for sending her out of Connor's of
Felicia.The last week has been hectic for Collins. He's having to spend more time at the Donovan Security offices. He left the house before I even got out of bed this morning. Hopefully, we'll be able to see each other tonight as long as I don't get stuck here at the office.I've been working overtime as the deadline for our software release gets closer and closer. We are still ahead of schedule but only slightly. This is a crucial time because if anything major were to go wrong, it could throw us off schedule and delay the release.My team and I have been meeting daily. Going over everything at least twice. Making sure we haven't missed anything.Emotions are high, and right now, Dave is causing a problem."I don't see why I need to give up my office.""Because we need the room. We're trying to finalize the marketing plans and our backers.""I understand why it's needed. I just don't understand why I have to be the one giving up my office.""Ellen, would you mind stepping in here, p
Collins.When your phone rings in the middle of the night, it's hardly ever good news. I wake up and grab my cell phone."Carson?""Collins, we have an emergency. A guard has been shot. He was working a job on the Southbank. There was gunfire. Guy Sanders was taken to the hospital.""Damn. Okay. I'm on my way. Do you know how badly he's injured?""I don't know any more details. I'll meet you there. He's at Baptist."Also, now awakened and hearing half the conversation, Felicia asks, "Collins? Is something wrong?""There was some gunfire at a job. One of our guards has been taken to Baptist Hospital. He was shot. Carson is going to meet me there.""I'll come with you.""You don't have to, Felicia. You can go back to sleep.""No, Collins. I'm coming with you.""Okay, thanks, Felicia."I throw on some jeans and a blue hoodie and shove my feet into a pair of boots.I look around to see if Felicia is ready. She comes out of the bathroom, brushing her hair and then she pulls it into a ponyt
Felicia.I open my eyes and blink sleepily as I notice the soft sunlight as it filters into the room.I keep yawning, and I still feel sleepy because I didn't get much sleep last night. Collins was a wild man, an insatiable lover.I go to move, and my muscles twinge, muscles that I haven't used before. But then, I've never been taken so thoroughly and in so many ways. I shiver as I remember how demanding Collins was.I turn and look at the still-slumbering man in bed behind me. We're both lying naked on the bed. I look around for the covers and finally find them on the floor, with our clothes and most of the pillows.As my eyes dart around the room, I blush to the roots of my hair as I notice the chair askew and the table a few feet to the side of where it used to be.Collins meant what he said, and I have the sore muscles to prove it. Will I even be able to walk?As I turn to slide out of bed, I look around for something to wear. I spot my dress on the floor between the door and the
Collins.I walk over to our table and turn to Hunter and Rebel."We'll be going now. We enjoyed the event and learning about the sponsored charities. Hunter, Felicia and I will be contacting you later about working something out with MAP. Hayford and Donovan Security would like to get more involved.""That's great. Thank you, Collins."Felicia gives Rebel a hug. "I enjoyed meeting you.""As did I. I'm sure we'll see you at other events around town."Felicia turns toward me. "I'm a little confused. Don't we have another half hour before our driver gets here?""Our driver won't be picking us up tonight."I walk us to the front desk."We'd like a room for the night.""Certainly, is a king-size bed acceptable?""Yes, that's fine.""Any bags we can take up for you?""No, thank you."I sign for the room, and I'm given a key card."Room 302. Third floor."We get in the elevator, and I turn and look at Felicia with hungry eyes, but I don't touch her. If I do, we'll be having sex right here in
Felicia.It's the night of the Charity event, and I left work early. The hairstylist swept my hair up but left a few strands to curl and frame my face.I let them do my makeup as well, and my eyelids have a line of iridescent makeup that sparkles above my cat eyeliner. The song from West Side Story keeps playing over and over in my mind. 'I feel pretty, oh, so pretty...'I just hope tonight ends better than that musical.I'm dressed and waiting for Collins. He's running late tonight. There was an accident, and he's stuck in traffic. He said if he's too late, he'll send a car, but I'd rather wait for Collins to go with me."Felicia, I'm home. I'm sorry I'm so late—" Collins stops mid-sentence when he sees me in my dress."So, you like my dress?""Hot damn, do I like your dress? No, I freaking love it. You look gorgeous.""Thanks. I have your tux all set-out.""Shit, yeah, I better hurry."He takes a quick shower, and then I'm helping him with his dress shirt. His bow tie."Damn, you lo
Felicia.It's been over a week, and Collins hasn't acted any differently toward me. Maybe I overreacted. Everything else has been going well.At work, we're still ahead of schedule on the new software. And my uncle appears to be leaving us alone. The closer we get to completing all the testing, the more the excitement in the department builds.There's also a higher level of stress the closer we get to the go-live date in case anything goes wrong. It's like this every time we launch a new software, but it's still hard to get used to.This Friday night, Collins and I will be attending a charity event downtown. I vaguely remember my parents used to attend some of the bigger galas around town.My mother-in-law and Ellen both volunteered to go shopping with me. So, I meet the women here at the Olive Tree Mediterranean Grille and then Bonnie said we could walk to the different shops.When the women walk through the door, I wave them over."Were you able to find a parking spot, okay?""I lef
Collins.I frown as I drive to the office. Something is off with Felicia, and I don't know what it is.She's been acting differently for the last week. I think it started around the time of the cookout. Did someone say something to her that upset her?When I try to ask her what's wrong, she just shrugs and says nothing.Bullshit. Something is wrong. Why won't she confide in me? She always has before.Unless— unless I'm the problem? I mean, she really couldn't turn me down when I offered to marry her. She would have been crazy to turn down a cool five million and the stock shares. Let's not forget about the fucking stock shares. Suddenly, I'm feeling frustrated.Things were going so great. I mean, the sex is off the charts. But lately, when I take her, she's been closing her eyes. Does that mean anything?Hell, if I know. I slam my hand against the steering wheel. Who knows what's on a woman's mind? I sure as shit don't. Women!Then, I stop short. This is Felicia. And well, she's diffe
Felicia.On the ride back home, my thoughts are so jumbled. I overheard what Collins said to one of the guys at the cookout.I already knew how he felt about kids. One night after we got the backyard fixed up we were sitting out on the deck. We somehow got around to discussing children. Collins shuddered and said he wouldn't know what to do with a kid. He felt he was too immature to raise a child. He didn't think he'd be a good father. He was vehement.So, why did his remarks bother me today? It's not like we're really married. Well, we are, but it's temporary. This marriage will all be over in one year, and then we'll get a divorce.The sex has been so great. I've been sticking to our deal and just enjoying the pleasure we can give each other. In the back of my mind, though, I've allowed myself to believe that this could become a real marriage. How foolish. How naive.I sternly remind myself: this has an expiration date. In one year, it will be over.What guy wouldn't be fine with gr
Collins.Today, we're having a cookout at my mom's. We never found my dad's smoker, so we ended up buying a new one. Now, we're committed to having quarterly cookouts.Carson and I will man the smoker this afternoon. We started roasting the meat very early this morning. We cheated and hired somebody to watch the smoker for most of the day. The word went out, and all of my family and the Wild Riders were invited to the event.We've invited everyone we know. We had to get the tables out of storage and have them set up to hold all the food and covered dishes people would bring. We're expecting quite a crowd.I pick up Felicia from the duplex, and we head over to the cookout. When we pull up to the house, there are already numerous cars and motorcycles in the driveway and along the strip of land beside it. My parents' house is situated on a huge piece of private property near the river. There is ample parking.Felicia has a large container of potato salad. I explained that we provide the