TOM’S POV
“Get off the road, you nasty bugger!” Someone yelled as he drove past me.
“You too, you damned piece of shit!” I retorted, lowering my window to flip him the middle finger.
It was great to be back home. New York had always been that way. You spend so much time in it, that you start to hate the place. A week's vacation was all I needed to see it all from a different perspective.
Paris was great and all, but at least I get to cuss at people in English now and get a reply I can understand. French could be a beautiful language and shit, but I never know if those bastards are cussing me out or complimenting me. It’s usually a gamble to decide which it was.
Cruising down the road, I tried to plan the rest of my day in my head. I was tired, and jet lagged as hell, but I had to have a meeting with the board, inform them about the succes
EVE'S POVI woke up with a start. A loud banging noise rang through my head as I tried to figure out where I was. Paris? The plane?I glanced around the dimly lit room, trying to recognize the things around me. There was a picture frame on the wall, similar to the one Tom had insisted we take to France. Our wedding picture.I was home.I winced at the thought, sitting up to adjust my eyes to the slightly dark room. It was night already. The skies outside the curtain linen were dark and gloomy.Exactly the way I felt.With a sigh, I leaned against the headboard. What had happened? Last I recalled I had been looking for my phone. I must have fallen asleep while thinking of where I had dropped it. My stomach growled, depicting hunger and my eyes widened.
Adam's POVWater cascaded down my back, cold as ever. I ran my hands through my hair, spreading the shampoo through. It had been a long day. A damned long day. I had hightailed my ass out of Paris in a hurry to see my mother, terrified to the bone that her condition had gotten crippling worse.I was worried for nothing.The woman was all concerned about me getting married. Married! I chuckled, scrubbing through my scalp. My eyes closed as a memory of a certain blue-eyed woman tugging at my hair flashed through my head.Eve.My jaw clenched and my breathing became labored.Fuck.She wasn't even here. Just the memory of her, a wisp, a scent, anything was enough to make me feel like some horny teenager again.&
ADAM'S POVIt was two days after I had arrived from France and I was still as tired as hell.After the phone call with Eve's supposed husband, I had blocked his contact. Not out of fear of his threats. Hilarious. I may sound like an asshole, but after hearing his voice over the phone, I was pretty sure he was a wimp. I doubted he could take me on. And if he could, there was no doubt, I would whoop his ass.I sat in the boardroom, at the head of a long ass table, surrounded by the members of the media team. One of them stood by a wall, pointing at a projected slide and yammering about choosing a model to help advertise the new hotel that was currently being built. It would be finished soon and they couldn't wait to publicize it already.Well I could wait.What was the rush? There were a lot of other pr
Eve's POVThe chandelier in the living room flickered and I glanced up from my phone to look at it.Tom had got me the chandelier because he thought it would suit my taste and make our home look more homey. I didn't like it one bit. I didn't even know why I didn't like it.Perhaps because Tom had got it after he'd landed me in a hospital a few years ago. Or because I was always afraid it would fall one day and crash right on my head.I shuddered at the thought and scooted to the end of the couch I sat on, hoping the chandelier would not fall anytime soon. I could stand up and go to my room, but I had spent half the day cooped up in it and frankly, I was tired.Tired of not doing shit.My eyes drifted to the door and I bit my lip and I watched Nuren wipe the door clean. I couldn't leave the house. Not u
EVE'S POVJamboree? I frowned, my gaze shifting from Tom to the bimbo that just approached us. Our soup hadn't even gotten to us yet and I was already being served. My husband laughed at the sight of his mistress, rising to his feet."Carla!" He cheered, spreading his arms wide. "It has been a while. Haven't seen you since that Jamboree in Santa Monica,"Santa Monica? What on earth were they talking about? When did they meet? The corner of my eyes burned and I looked away from them, glancing around to see if the people in the restaurant were watching my humiliation.They were.A few women even had the look of pity on their faces. Tom paid me no heed. He was all engrossed in his Santa Monica woman, talking excitedly with her.I don't
TOM'S POVHow dare she?!That was all that rang in my head as I dragged my lousy excuse of a wife out of her room. All I had wanted was for her to perform her duty as a wife and she dared deny me.Dared deny me of my rights as a husband!I owned her! I owned everything about her, everything that made her who she was. If I wanted sex, then all she had to do was get ready to give, dammit!I dragged her down the stairs, her please, fueling the rage within me. If she had been sensible, she ought to have just spread those legs like a good little wife and please me!I'd give her a little too much freedom. Aye, that was it. She was too damned free and now she thought she could rebel against me. She deserved to learn a lesson."Please, Tom!" She cried, looking like a banshee with all
EVE’S POV“We’re here, Madam,” The driver’s voice reached my ears.I glanced out of the window at the entrance of the hospital he had parked before. I was no stranger to a place like this. It certainly wasn’t my first time here and unfortunately, I didn’t think it would be my last visit either.I looked away from the hospital, tugging at my sleeve to hide a bruise that was healing on my hands. Tom had taken a look at it that morning and told me to go to the hospital and see the family doctor. He was probably repulsed by the result of his handiwork.“Madam,” The driver called, a straight look on his face.I didn’t want to go in there. I didn’t want to see the doctor. I would rather just curl up in a deep dark cave and hide myse
Adam's POV"Sir?"I glanced up from the document I was reading to see my secretary standing at the door. I hadn't heard her open the door with my head all buried in the mountain of paperwork I had to go through. I was so close to hightailing out of the office and running all the way back to France.But business called. And I couldn't ignore my responsibilities forever."Yes, Lillian?"My voice came out gruff with disuse. It was almost eleven that morning and I hadn't spoken a word to anyone since I had stepped into the office. Not that there was much talking to do."Someone booked an appointment with you," She replied with a grin. Lillian was a woman in her mid thirties, with the most pleasant smile when she felt rather happy and the deadliest gla