But by then, you’ll likely be my wife, I started to say but held my tongue. The thought had come unbidden, but it felt so right as if it were the most natural progression for our relationship. In the following days, Chleo gave notice to the clinic and paid the remaining six months of her apartment lease. And just like that, her life now consists of two things, medical school and me. We’ll work on the priority. Four weeks in, Chleo regularly comes home to me after completing a shift and spends the night at my place. I fostered this arrangement, slowly encouraging her to move in with me without explicitly stating it. I know she thinks I’m just a love-sick fool for her. To a certain extent, she’s right, but she still doesn’t understand that I’m not just looking for a girlfriend. I could get that at the snap of a finger. No, I need so much more from Chleo. Her appetite for me is insatiable and it seems to energize her even after pulling a 12-hour shift at the hospital. I find it amus
To work on our cars,” I say sardonically. “She’s a highly skilled doctor, Mrs Wood. What do you think she can be recruited for?” Those ice-cold gray eyes fix upon me with a deadly warning. “Careful, little prince,” he says coolly. “You may be my nephew, but nothing’s written in stone.” It’s times like these that treasonous rumors spring to the surface. All agree that my father was gunned down in the street and that the assailant was never caught. Some said that it was fratricide, that Mrs Wood arranged the hit on his older brother. Those who made the mistake of verbalizing this opinion are no longer breathing. “Think of the timing, uncle,” I say urging him down a different path. “You know we just lost our house surgeon, but I think we’ve found a new one. I can bring her in, but I need time.” He broke out into raucous laughter, grabbing his round belly. “Go ahead, pull it out,” he says gesturing at my groin. “I must see this magic cock of yours that turns respectable, law-abiding do
I still can’t believe Nathan’s a killer, not when he’s so tender and caring with me. He wants a future with me and knows I could have nothing to do with a criminal. I paste on a smile. “Look, Detective Snyder, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. And I’ll take your words to heart because you’re right, my career means everything to me, and I won’t let anything or anyone jeopardize it.” He nods. “I’m really glad to hear that. You’ve got to look out for you. No one else will.” “Yeah,” I glance at my watch. “I’ve gotta go, I’m going to be late for rounds.” “If you think of anything,” he glances over his shoulder at Hart who’s watching us. “Reach out to me, not him.” He slides me his card. “All right?” “Sure thing,” I say as I head down the hall. And now my head is buzzing with all sorts of questions. Maybe I should just cut my losses and end things with Nathan. My heart drops precipitously at the thought. It’s only been six weeks since we met and only three since we started quasi-l
I sigh heavily. The last thing I need is more complications with Madison and my upcoming nuptials. But Layla sounds like he’s about to blow a gasket and I’d prefer he not jeopardize his college career by knocking out a fellow student or god forbid a professor. Besides, he couldn’t care less about Layla, it’s the notion of explaining my new steady girlfriend that’s giving me pause. In our world, we have wives, and on the side, we see one of the initiated girls from the joint harem. You sure as hell don’t go on the outside and date well-educated doctors. Mrs Wood’s not from the old school. If I can trust anyone with this, it’s my little brother. “Alright, when should I expect you?” “I have to turn in this damn paper then I’m out of here. I’ll arrive Friday afternoon. I’ll call you from the road.” “Sounds good, see you then, Mrs Wood.” “Ben.” “Yeah?” “Thank you.” I chuckle. “Later man.” I switch off my phone. No more interruptions. I snatch up the bottle of champagne and glasses,
No worries. You still live over on Wilkins at Greenmore Apartments, right?” “Yeah, you remember?” he says in a tone that suggests he’s flattered. “You and your roommate threw the Halloween party there last year. It was fun.” He gives a toothy smile. “Well, I’m a fun guy.” I force a chuckle and glance out at the weather. “Man, it’s probably going to be hell tonight in the ER. You know how it gets in this kind of weather.” “You know, we never did get that coffee. I don’t know about you, but I’m a little too wired to go to sleep. What do you say to coffee and a donut?” I have to make this stop. “Ben, as inviting as that sounds, I think you should know that I’m seeing someone, so that’s probably not the best idea.” “Oh, yeah…sure,” he sputters. “I-I just meant as friends.” “Oh, I know, I just meant for appearances’ sake, you know? I mean, I offered you a lift because it’s pouring down rain and I wouldn’t wish that fate on a dog.” He blanches at that. “Oh, not that I’m calling yo
I wash my face and brush my teeth. By the time I finish, he’s climbed into bed and turned out the lights. I slip under the covers and nuzzle into him. Again, he neither pushes me away nor reciprocates. I swear, he might as well be a life-size Ken doll lying next to me. Fine, let’s see him ignore this. I slowly caress his lower abdomen. My fingers play with the patch of hair trailing down from his belly button. I slip my hand lower into the waistband of his boxer briefs. By the time my hand reaches his dick, it’s already semi-hard. I begin kissing his shoulder and chest, slowly making my way down his abdomen, all the while fondling his manhood. He’s fully hard in my hand, and I’ve grown wet with anticipation. But first I plan to give him a rare treat. I part my mouth and lean in. “Not tonight,” he says tersely, shifting away. “I’m tired.” I can’t believe he’s playing this hard to get. Based on the abundant evidence, he’s totallyupfor it. I persist. “I think he’d beg to differ,” I s
I pass a few other workers on my way, they give nods of greeting as they step aside respectfully. But one doesn’t step aside…the striking blond walks right up to me, eyes narrowed, and hands planted on her hips. She’s wearing a red halter top that barely restrains the big fake tits and hot pants showing off legs a mile long. She waits until the corridor is empty to start. “What’s wrong with your phone, Nathan? Didn’t you get any of my messages? I haven’t seen you for weeks.” She pouts and slinks forward in those impossible stiletto pumps. “I miss my Ben.” I grip her wrist when she tries to slide her hand to my crotch. “Sorry, Layla. I should’ve made it clear, it’s over.” “What?” she says with eyes tearing up. “No, Sebastian. What did I do? Tell me.” “It wasn’t anything you’ve done. It’s just over, but you’ll be well taken care of, so don’t worry.” I step around her, but she grabs my arm. “Wait, is it because Layla is coming? I know the rules, Ben. I won’t make any trouble for you
Have a drink before you go.” I grimace. “Nah, I can’t. Ari’s out there. I don’t want to deal with that.” Stieg chuckles. “Yeah, she’s been chewing everyone’s ear off asking about you. What, you gone sour on her?” “I’ve been busy and with Layla coming…I’ll set Ari up with a place and give her some cash, but I’m done with her.” He hitches a brow and grins. “Ari’s back in the harem pool? No wonder she’s pissed. You might want to slip out the back to avoid that hornet’s nest.” “Good idea.” We turn and head the opposite way down the corridor out the back exit. “All right,” Stieg says. “I’ll be in touchI’mtwohoursintoan assist on a thoracotomy where among other things will perform a biopsy on the patient’s lungs. This is another key procedure that I can cross off my list and to be working with such gifted surgeons is a dream come true for me. I love my job. Ilovemy job! An hour later, I’m allowed to close up under the watchful eyes of the lead surgeon. It goes flawlessly and I’m re
Surprisingly, Chantel nods like she understands.“You like her enough, though. Enough to parade her around like she’s yours. I wanted that so bad. I still want that,” she says softly.Ah, fuck.If I’m being honest, if Andrew and I had started our relationship in a normal fashion, we would have probably ended up here—with me having to break her heart because I just don’t see how I could trust anyone enough to give them my heart.But we didn’t. Our relationship’s backwards. She snuck inside my heart without me even realizing it and I can’t get her out.Cara was my friend. And we had a really good thing going, but I would have never let it go beyond that. I put up too many walls to allow it. There’s no way to explain it to her without making it all worse so I simply say I’m sorry.“I hate that I hurt you,” I tell her.She nods, hugging her arms around her body. “I’ll get over it. ”Sensing that she wants to be alone, I start walking for the door.“And Chantel,” she calls, “I’m happy fo
My heart clenches and my voice softens. “Who’s blood is it?”He laughs then. A cruel, awful laugh.“On that bullet? Mine.”I’m taken aback but I do my best to maintain composure. “I thought you said your dad gave that to you? Why did your father have a bullet necklace with your blood on it?”His countenance softens, and a glint of vulnerability pierces through his tough exterior. “When I was fifteen, I accompanied my father on a business venture. It was meant to be a routine deal, but those other guys got too greedy. The moment we set foot on their turf, all hell broke loose. John Luciano himself shot me, right in the chest.”“Is that the reason your family unleashed a hail of bullets within the sanctum of his private mansion? I remember hearing all about that in the news and thought it was just awful.”“His family, and every last blood relation he had. He had a chance to snuff out my old man and me, and we weren’t about to let that slip away without a fight. We went at them with a ve
Your lips are so fucking distracting,” is all he says before kissing me.He tastes like vodka and spice. I tilt my head up to give him better access and Nathan responds by thrusting his tongue into my mouth. His hand tightens on my neck while his other hand drifts down to my thigh, drawing me closer. Carlo suddenly pulls away and I moan the loss of his mouth on mine.He rests his forehead against mine. His hand is still around my neck. It’s carnal and possessive at the same time.“No one touches you but me,” he says firmly. “Say it,dolcezza.”My eyes narrow. “You’re being ridiculous.”Because despite that passionate, earth-shattering kiss, he still needs to know I am not his possession.“Say it, Astoria,” he repeats, his eyes burning like coals.“Move, Nathan ,” is all I say before he removes his hand from my neck and steps back.“Tori, I’d never harm you.”“I know that,” I assure him and he signs in relief. “But I am not your toy.”He walks closer to me and I start stepping back unti
“As you know, I’m my father’s first son. First children usually have a lot riding on them, and in my family, it was no different. He had a lot of expectations for me. He wanted me to be the best because I was meant to be his legacy. His successor. Growing up, I had to be the best in school, the biggest, the strongest. He pushed me to exceed all his expectations, and I tried my best but it was never enough. My younger brothers have always been smarter than me. Hell, Topher’s a fucking genius.” He lets out a wry laugh.I hold my breath. I don’t say a single word because this is what I’ve needed all this time. For him to open up to me. I just want to know who he really is.“It was like, I could never really measure up. But what I could do is try my fucking hardest when it came to the family business. When I was younger, I thought I was going to be the next Don. Then my dad placed that gun in my hand when I was fifteen and told me to shoot. Christian had to do the same when he was sixteen
Take off your shirt,” I command. “Use it to apply pressure.”He stares at me, uncomprehending.I cock my head to the side. “Do you want to die?” I ask calmly. He hurriedly shakes his head before doing as I asked. I smile. “Well done. Your arms next.”“It hurts, doesn’t it?” I ask, staring at him. “You should have thought things through before going after my girl.”“No!” Tori yells, distracting me. I look up at my girl, feeling something clench in my chest. Fuck. I can’t believe I almost lost her. “That’s enough.”“No, it’s really not,” I say, shaking my head.“Please, don’t kill him,” she says, her eyes welling up with tears.I clench my jaw. “Of course I’m going to kill him. He just hasn’t suffered enough, and I’d hate for him to bleed out too early.”“Carlo, you have. You’ve tortured him enough. Look at him.”I grit my teeth. This wasn’t what I had in mind for Marino. But I can hear the hysteria in her voice, the way it quivers. She’s been through enough. And it’s Tori. There’s not
I’m trembling uncontrollably too terrified to move or think clearly. What’s happening down there? With three cars, how many men is Sebastian facing on his own? I’ve got to help him!I set the gun down and fish in the backpack for a flashlight. I find it and switch it on to light up the space. I stick my arms through the sleeves of the shirt and pull on the jogging pants. The bag also contains wads of cash, a cell phone, false IDs for us, another gun, and some energy bars and water.I hear muffled noises, the crashing of glass, and the bumping of furniture being knocked over.“Oh, God, Ben,” I cry, clamping my hands over my mouth. I know Bash told me to stay insideI grab the gun out of the bag and stick in my pants pocket. I take the gun Bash gave and bring it to bear. I struggle with the door for a bit but manage to yank it open. I’m dripping with sweat as I shove the boxes aside.I pause as I stand in the closet, mentally preparing myself to do what needs to be done. I could be
I grit my teeth, I’d prayed it'd never get this far. But desperate times…I find the video and open it for him.He watches it eagerly, a slow ugly grin spreads across his face. “Send me this video.”My instincts tell me this is a huge mistake, but what choice do I have if I want his support? “Is that really necessary?”The color rises in his face. “You want my support, you give me the collateral I need. Who knows what this girl will do? She could be the very weapon used to destroy you!”“She won’t because there’s more at stake than just her career.”His eyes narrow as he glares at me. “What else?”“She’s pregnant, we just found out. Our child will serve as the guarantee on her silence.”His expression turns a degree more devious. “Yes, yes. This could work.”I feel like a fucking fiend for even suggesting our child could be used as leverage, but I know it’ll never come to that. This is just a bargaining chip to get what I need right now and that’s Victor Volkov’s backing.“You
Fine, fine, it’s your life.”“It’s our life,” I say firmly. “We’ll work through it, just not now. Can you give me that?”She nods. “Sure.” Her eyes brighten. “Can we go see Red Square now? I’m dying to see the iconic St. Basil cathedral.”“Let’s go.” I toss a few ruble bills on the table and rise. I grab my backpack off the chair as Chleo adjusts her jacket.We spend the rest of the day winding our way around the city, visiting several iconic landmarks.We strolled through the grand entry way with towering columns down toward the fountains. Before entering, Chloe had said she was exhausted, but she had a new burst of energy upon seeing the beauty of the park. Several friendly park goers offered to take our photo, so we’d have plenty to remind us of the wonderful day we’d enjoyed.Once again, seeing it all with Chleo made it magical and creates memories that I’ll always treasure. I look at the happy couples walking by pushing strollers with their babies. And I envision Chleo and
My legs give way and I crumble to the floor. Hot tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. All this time I’d been strutting around here acting like I was God’s gift to the medical world, all the while Ben knew the truth and said nothing. I am so humiliated.I feel Ben near me. Hear his voice in my ear. “I’ll give you the world, Chleo, whatever you want. But don’t youevertake me for granted or try to dismiss me. Your career and the hospital aren’t the center of your universe…I am.” He then takes me by the hands and gently lifts me to my feet. “The private jet leaves for Moscow in 2 hours, you need to be ready.”Feeling utterly deflated, I allow Ben to lead me up the stairs to finish packing. I feel so utterly disillusioned and uncertain. What do I do with this information about the residency? What do I do about this pregnancy? I am so lost and torn.And now I must fly thousands of miles away to a place I’ve never been with this man whom I love but hardly Nathan chartered for our