It shouldn’t be so hard to have sex with Skye, especially if she needs it. Yet I can't, because Skye is not the one I want. I look down at my pants and glare at the hard bastard that hasn’t given me a moment’s rest since Antonia left.I think violent thoughts to get it to calm down.Just the though
Antonia’s pov.I think everyone but David knows Malachi is standing in the doorway, and I don't think anyone will tell him what’s going on… so I'm the one who has to.Before David tells me more about Malachi or Skye and whatever other problems the office i'm going through, i give him a look.David i
When I look back there’s a dark smile tickling the side of his face. His voice drops and sends goosebumps up my skin as he asks, “Are your feet hurting you, Antonia?”My thoughts run short and I frown. That’s a weird question to ask.“Since we’re climbing quite a distance, I might have to carry you
Malachi drops me at the entrance to his office and I hate the fact that he has glass doors that become reflective at just the right angle.I hate that he dropped me at just that angle but dashed away before I could see his face.I look like I've been chugging down super spicy hot sauce. My face is a
“Fuck.” My ears perk as I hear Malachi suddenly curse.He doesn’t curse.At least not out of the blue. I ask on instinct, “Are you okay?”Malachi begins to act strange again. He starts walking towards me, but slowly, and with his back.He’s walking backwards.Almost like he can hear the question in
Antonia’s pov. My boss and husband Malachi Finn chats excitedly with his first love in the office. I stand outside, and through the glass door, I can see a warm smile on his face. It’s a smile I've never seen before. I know the right thing to do as a competent secretary would be to leave, but as h
Anguish and pain rip through my already raw heart, and for a while all I can do is look at him. I stare at the annoyance on his face and the rage gathering in his eyes. I look away as tears well in mine and I stare at the floor as I blink them back, asking with a steady but tired voice, a voice th
The funeral draws something out of me. From the fact that no one in the Finn household seemed to care that my grandmother had died, down to Malachi’s nonchalance about her death and his sustained anger at what happened with Skye. My heart throbs and aches while I have to carry out the preparations