Thanes pov.I wasn't use to a bodyguards presence around, but it was necessary. As Atlas talked, my eyes kept drifting to the scar on his face. There must be a nasty history to it; whatever it was, I'm certain I was better off not knowing. We were In my home office while Andera and the kids were downstairs watching cartoons. “Mike says he won't speak. Apparently, Petro is used to this kind of interrogation. Like he has been through this before.” Atlas says. “How about we offer him something he wants? I suggested “There has to be a way to make him speak. I could pay him double, even triple of what his current boss pays him.”Atlas stood straighter. “I don't think his loyalties lie with money. He holds his boss in high esteem.”A long sigh escaped my lips, I needed to find who was after me and my family. I had a long list of suspects-Business rivals, competitors, some members of my board I don't trust. The headache that had been rising all day began to throb.“Tell Mike to keep workin
Thane's pov. I sat in stunned silence, my gaze locked with Imogen. Marcus Archer. It now made sense; he was after me because I sent him to jail, and he was also threatening Andera because she opted out of his evil plans to frame me up.“When did this happen?” I asked Imogen, drumming my fingers on my desk. “A few weeks ago,” she said. “Thane, I've been hearing some rumors that Marcus is plotting something against you, the CEO of Renihardt's infrastructures.”Imogen sighed. Her eyes softened as she spoke to me. “Thane, I know we may not see eye to eye on everything but you're still my brother, and I don't want anything bad to happen to you. Please, do whatever it takes to avoid Marcus. He's...insane.”The headache that had been there all day morphed into a migraine. I rubbed my temples, trying to steady my train of thought. Marcus's last words to me from when he was being arrested replayed in my head like a broken record. ‘I will make you suffer you bàstard. I will kill you,’I had
Andera's pov.His familiar scent wrapped around me like a warm hug first, before strong hands fell on my shoulders. I turned on the couch to face him, my drowsiness washing away.“You're here Daddy.” Tiffany cheered excitedly.“Yes, sweetheart.” He managed a smile. I could see the tension lining his muscles and the way his brows were drawn together.“You're just in time for the best part, Daddy,” Timmy said with a big smile on his face as his eyes shifted back to the TV. I was too focused on Thane to see what the cartoon character did that had Tim and Tiffy laughing loudly.“Come sit with me.” I patted the spot next to me on the couch. “Thank goodness I didn't miss the fun parts,” Thane said as he sat next to meI took his hand in mine. Thane looked at me and gave me a heart-melting smile. My insides turned to mush. We returned our attention to the TV, watching cartoons with our kids.As evening rolled in, Becky called us for dinner. She had made pasta and meatballs, I stole glances
Thane's pov.Paul pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose for what could be the hundredth time. “Stop fidgeting, Paul,” I said with my eyes fixed on my phone. His anxiety was getting on my nerves. What is it about Marcus that had everyone uncomfortable about him? Imogen thought he was somewhat insane; Paul thinks he's a psychopath, but in reality, he's just a troublesome, embittered man I badly want to pour acid on and end his misery of a life.“He should have been here ten minutes ago,” Paul said; he managed to steel his face in a tight expression, but I could see the anxiety brewing behind his glasses.“I expected he'd show up later than the appointed time.” If there was one thing about embittered, vengeful people, it was that they always wanted to prove they had the upper hand, even when they didn't.I checked my phone again for any message from Andera. There were five bodyguards at home, but that didn't stop my worry over her and our kids from cresting up. Paul's phone b
Andera's pov. I gently lifted Thane's hand away from my midriff. One,Two,Three,The seconds ticked in my head and when I got to ten, I pulled the comforter away as gently as I could so as not to rouse him. Although it was still four in the morning and he was deep in sleep, I didn't want to take my chances. I held my breath while gingerly slipping away from our room, only when I entered the hallway did I heave out a sigh of relief. By the time I reached the kitchen, I was a buzz of excitement. I know Thane didn't celebrate this day, but it was a milestone for him. I wanted to make it special in whichever way I could.He tries to hide it, but I can see the tension and stiffness every time he comes back from the office, and it worries me. With the last threat I got during our picnic to the garden unsolved and his meticulous planning for our trip to the Madviles three days from now, which, in his words, is the ‘vacation of the year’, he had a lot on his mind.I stretched my limbs, r
Thane's pov.Instead of the warmth I was used to, my hands fell on an empty, cold bed. It took me a moment to understand why.Andera wasn't here.I opened my eyes, the colourful hues of sunrise smiled at me from our bedroom window. A silver of sunlight had crept into the sky, spreading pink, orange, and bright blue across the morning sky. It was a beautiful sight, but there was something, or rather, someone more breathtaking, and my mind itched to see her.A wry smile crept across my cheeks at how love-stricken I sounded in my head. I used to think those men of old who wrote sonnets and poems to their beloved were insufferable romantics who had nothing better to do with their time, but now I felt like one myself- helplessly enthralled.I made my way downstairs where I was sure Andera was, probably in the kitchen, drinking coffee with a cup of mine waiting for me on the island.A sweet aroma wafted into my nose before I even stepped into the kitchen. I found Andera deep in concentratio
Andera's pov. “If you don't come back with a pretty shell necklace and a ‘Wish You Were Here’ tan, I will disown you, Andera," Rosa said with a serious face, but her eyes crinkled at the corners. I stifled a laugh. “Yes, ma'am.”It was almost closing hours. Becky was home with the kids and Thane was at work. Yesterday, we all, Becky included, feasted on the vanilla cake. Thane was happy, Timmy and Tiffany giggled non-stop, everything was perfect. Tomorrow, we leave to explore the Indian Ocean. The twins were over the moon with excitement, and I could almost feel the tropical breeze on my skin. I should be home packing our bags now, but there were last-minute issues and paperwork I needed to sort out first.“And don't even think about forgetting the souvenir I requested” I rolled my eyes good-naturedly at my friend. “How could I?”She scoffed a little. “Oh please, Andera. You're going on a vacation with Thane, to a tropical island for an entire week. You'd be lucky if he gives you
Thanes pov.Josh and I have been in steady contact since Marcus.I rubbed my hand over my mouth again, staring at the box in front of me. The study seemed eerily quiet, the air too stuffy, almost suffocating. I was supposed to be with Andera, listening to her as she talked about her expectations for our vacation of the year, but instead, I was stuck here, in a room that felt cold without her presence, with a box that seemed to be mocking me. My phone pinned. I pulled it out from my pockets. It was from Josh, the same message I've been receiving.“Nothing yet.”I bit back a groan; my frustrations were rising with every dammed ticking second. Marcus hasn't made a move yet. According to Josh's specially designed tracker, Marcus has not left his home since the meeting, there were so many questions I needed answers to What is Marcus' next move?What is he planning?He has to be working with someone. Who?And how the hell did he get the contents in this box?I dropped into my chair, th
Andera's pov. It's been six days of calm, peace, and happiness, Well, except for the fact that Becky refused to join in any activities that would involve putting her in the water. No snorkeling, no kayaking, not even a lazy float in the plunge pool. “I can enjoy this vacation without getting into water.” she’d declared. I sighed, trying to convince her to join us in the pool.“It would be sinful to visit Maldives and not feel the water.”A tiny twitch of her lips. “Then you can call me a sinner.”I shook my head at her, narrowing my eyes playfully “Wait, you don't know how to swim?”Becky scoffed; she took a sip of her cocktail. “I am not taking your bait.”“Just know you're missing out,” I said as I swam towards Thane. Timmy and Tiffany were in their floaties, paddling around with glee.“Hey, you.” Thane greeted me with a smile when I came to his side; his torso glinted under the sun, and water dripped from his hair over his face like diamonds.“Hey, you.” I winked at him; it was
Thane's pov. “We should take vacations every month,” I said as I drew lazy circles and washed her back with the loofah. We were both submerged in the stone tub, with island oils that smelled like citrus and jasmine, steam curled softly around us.The twins were with Becky, combing the beach for seashells just a short walk from the villa. I owed that woman more than a few favors for all the time I've been able to steal Andera for myself in the past two days.Andera sighed softly, her arms resting on the edge of the tub. “Every month, huh?” her voice relaxed and amused. “ Is Thane Renihardt planning to retire anytime soon?”Although she couldn't see my face, I grinned. “That won't be a bad idea,” I responded as I washed her back and hair.. “After all, I have a rich wife; what more does a man need?”Andera’s laughter made my smile deepen. I loved seeing her like this, happy, relaxed, removed from the fear that loomed over us in Seattle.If a vacation was all it took, I could find a way
Andrea's pov. “Sit.” his fingers dug into my hips. I breathed out a shaky breath and lowered myself on Thane's face. His mouth closed on my folds, and I had to bite my lips from screaming.“Ahhh...Thane. Fúck!.” The breath swooshed out of my lungs when his tongue swept over my clít in one smooth, languorous lick. Tremors wracked my body. I shuddered so much that I had to scramble back because fúck! “Stay,” Thane ordered, his gray eyes as dark as they were commanding. “Thane..I...you..” I may had stuttered some gibberish, but as that point, I wasn't in my correct state of mind, I wasn't in my mind at all. I was in heaven. In paradise. “Sit on my face Love.” his words rumbled against my core. My pússy quivered as I lowered myself on his face again, my most intimate parts meeting with his hot mouth. He closed his lips on my own bottom lips. Thane's eyes rolled into the back of his head, I felt his sigh inside me.“Mmm.” he moaned, another flick over my core, another cry from me, a
Andera's povWhen we touched Male, We were met by the resort's private concierge team at the terminal. A tall lanky man with black hair and a smaller woman with a big smile. They greeted us with cold towels, fresh coconuts with straws, and flower necklaces for the twins who squealed in delight.“Woah! ” Timmy's mouth rounded to a perfect O as he took in the coconut and tropical palm trees.“Timmy.” Tiffany called, her eyes wide with awe “I think we're in Moana's village.” Her hazel eyes shot up to meet her father's amused stare. “Daddy, are we going to see the reef?” she asked seriously.“I want to paddle a canoe,” Timmy added bouncing on his heels.The concierge pair laughed warmly “You have adorable children.” The lady said with sincerity. I smiled at her, feeling a surge of pride. Thane's hand rested on my back, his eyes held a beautiful twinkle as they darted from our children to me.“Adorable and perfect.” he said, “Just like their mother.”A whole new swarm of butterflies erup
Andera's pov.The hum of the plane's engines became a background sound that soothed me. I made a mental note to add ‘plane engine’ to my list of preferred white noise. It was late evening, Thane and I watched a movie, I fell asleep halfway and woke up to find him working on his laptop. He froze when I fixed him a stern stare.“No screens on the vacation. Remember?” I pointed out. We talked about this before departure; we needed to have more time with our children without the interference of anything work-related.Thane shut his laptop. “I was just covering some last-minute details.” my frown deepened, and Thane raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, you got me. I was working.” Amusement shimmered in his eyes. “Was,” he stressed to make his point. “Not anymore. See, I've closed my laptop.”I took it away from his lap, placing it down carefully on the closet seat. “And you're not going to open it till we get back to Seattle,” I said in my C.E.O. voice.Thane tilted his head to the side
Andera's povHe's lying to me.I knew it deep inside me; I could see it in the lines of worry on his face, the tension emanating from his body, and even the way he kissed me as if trying to apologize when I found out.If I found out.“Ready?” Becky came to my side; I tore my gaze away from where Thane was talking to the security team, looking as breathtaking as ever in his crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and sunglass that made him look like a model stepping out from a magazine cover.“I am.” my answer had little enthusiasm for someone who was about to travel to another continent for a week of tropical bliss.Last night, Thane had told me there was nothing to be worried about. I wanted to believe him. I really did. But the nagging feeling in the back of my mind refused to quiet down. “Andera.” Becky studied my face, her sharp eyes trying to read my mind. “Are you alright?”I tried to muster a smile, even though I couldn't see my face, I knew my smile was forced. Fa
Thanes pov.Josh and I have been in steady contact since Marcus.I rubbed my hand over my mouth again, staring at the box in front of me. The study seemed eerily quiet, the air too stuffy, almost suffocating. I was supposed to be with Andera, listening to her as she talked about her expectations for our vacation of the year, but instead, I was stuck here, in a room that felt cold without her presence, with a box that seemed to be mocking me. My phone pinned. I pulled it out from my pockets. It was from Josh, the same message I've been receiving.“Nothing yet.”I bit back a groan; my frustrations were rising with every dammed ticking second. Marcus hasn't made a move yet. According to Josh's specially designed tracker, Marcus has not left his home since the meeting, there were so many questions I needed answers to What is Marcus' next move?What is he planning?He has to be working with someone. Who?And how the hell did he get the contents in this box?I dropped into my chair, th
Andera's pov. “If you don't come back with a pretty shell necklace and a ‘Wish You Were Here’ tan, I will disown you, Andera," Rosa said with a serious face, but her eyes crinkled at the corners. I stifled a laugh. “Yes, ma'am.”It was almost closing hours. Becky was home with the kids and Thane was at work. Yesterday, we all, Becky included, feasted on the vanilla cake. Thane was happy, Timmy and Tiffany giggled non-stop, everything was perfect. Tomorrow, we leave to explore the Indian Ocean. The twins were over the moon with excitement, and I could almost feel the tropical breeze on my skin. I should be home packing our bags now, but there were last-minute issues and paperwork I needed to sort out first.“And don't even think about forgetting the souvenir I requested” I rolled my eyes good-naturedly at my friend. “How could I?”She scoffed a little. “Oh please, Andera. You're going on a vacation with Thane, to a tropical island for an entire week. You'd be lucky if he gives you
Thane's pov.Instead of the warmth I was used to, my hands fell on an empty, cold bed. It took me a moment to understand why.Andera wasn't here.I opened my eyes, the colourful hues of sunrise smiled at me from our bedroom window. A silver of sunlight had crept into the sky, spreading pink, orange, and bright blue across the morning sky. It was a beautiful sight, but there was something, or rather, someone more breathtaking, and my mind itched to see her.A wry smile crept across my cheeks at how love-stricken I sounded in my head. I used to think those men of old who wrote sonnets and poems to their beloved were insufferable romantics who had nothing better to do with their time, but now I felt like one myself- helplessly enthralled.I made my way downstairs where I was sure Andera was, probably in the kitchen, drinking coffee with a cup of mine waiting for me on the island.A sweet aroma wafted into my nose before I even stepped into the kitchen. I found Andera deep in concentratio