Eve's POV
A low hum slipped from my throat as I became aware of my surroundings. I was laying down in a room I wasn't sure what it looked like, especially with my eyes closed. But one thing was for sure. The bed felt absolutely heavenly. It was soft. The sheets were warm against my skin, smooth like satin.
I sighed and snuggled deeper into the pillow not wanting to open my eyes.
Not yet.
Not with the memories assailing me.
Golden.
A smile tugged at my lips at the memory of him. I had seen him the night before. I had freaking seen him. My body tingled, coming to live. Seeing, knowing him, feeling his touch on my skin. Lord that felt good. He felt so fucking good.
I opened my eyes at the thought, my smile widening as I relieved everything that happened over and over in my head.
Adam’s POVParis could be the city of love and shit, but it was damn right annoying when it came to its restaurants. There was always a ridiculously long queue in there waiting for shit to happen.I had stepped out almost an hour ago to get us Breakfast. To get Eve breakfast. She had been asleep then. Her cute button nose moving as she let snuffles. I had held her in my arms all night and aside from a few movements here and there, she had almost remained perfectly still.My pet. I would have preferred to remain contentedly by her side if I hadn’t gotten a call. It had taken a lot of pain to leave her side to get and I really wouldn’t have if the call wasn’t important. It had been a call from one of my representatives in France.The business venture I had worked on, the major reason why I came to Paris, had gone through successfully. Fucking amazing. My work here was done
Eve's POVI was terrified.That was an understatement. I literally trembled as I walked into the hotel. The receptionist arched a fine brow at me. I didn't wait for her to speak however. I was too deep in trouble to worry about that look on her face. Who I had to worry about was above the stairs, in our hotel room. .My breathing became quick and harsh as I climbed up the flight of stairs. Wringing my hands together, I tried to rack my head for excuses. For things to say. Anything to calm Tom down. If he tried to beat me up in front of everyone in the hotel, everything we had both worked for over the years would be dashed to pieces.I recognized that.But Tom? When Tom got into his fit of rage, he was impossible to reason with."Stupid, stupid," I whispered to myself, shakily reaching for the door.My
Tom's POV The phone rang for fucking ages. I didn't know how long I stood there before Eve, dialing the damned number on the card. The fucker who owned the number didn't pick the call. My forehead furrowed in a frown. I glanced at Eve who remained in the ground shaking like she had epilepsy or some shit. There was a nasty purple bruise on the side of her face. This was what she got for pissing me off. I had planned good things for us! I had planned to spend the day in her damned arms before she went ahead and pulled that shit on me. Cheat on me? Fucking ridiculous. I was going to find the bastard she had gone frolicking around with and I was going to snap his arms off. "Tom,... Please," She protested weakly, stretching her hands towards me. I slapped her hands away from me. After I was done with the bastard she went off to, I'd deal with her as well. Whichever came first. The call dropped when no one responded. Antsy, I dialed it again. Why the hell was the jackass not pick
ADAM'S POV“Welcome Boss,” Matt said as I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible.He was a bald huge man who looked a lot terrifying when he had dark glasses on but looked damned adorable as a fucking rabbit with his glasses off. Those were my sister’s words. Definitely not mine.I was never and would never be into men. And if I was, I would never use the word adorable for my three hundred pound bodyguard.Not unless I had a fucking death wish.I tipped my head at his silence and waltzed past him into the airport. I had no time to spare. My mother had a fucking heart attack while I was all the way on another continent. I was too damned antsy to think about anything else.As we weaved through the teeming crowd at the airport, I tossed a glance at one of their shiny surfaces trying to catch a glimps
ADAM'S POVEight hours flying and thirty minutes trying to get the airport paparazzi out of my way, I sat in my Audi, speeding down the lanes of New York. I was jet lag as hell. My eyes were heavy and my head had this damned ringing sound that made it so damn unbearable to think.But I couldn't stop.I had to see Mother as soon as possible.Oh she must be so scared. Anabelle would've cried her eyes out, worried to death. I had spent the entire flight, thinking about the possible reasons why my mother could have suffered a heart attack, but I couldn't come up with one.Not one.She had a nurse who tended to her. A cook who was supposed to tend to her but Mother was too damned stubborn for her own good and could still insist on making her own meals. I could imagi
EVE'S POVThey say New York is the city of dreams.I felt mine die the minute our plane landed. My dreams withered to dust, faded away like the future I had dreamed and imagined for myself.It felt unreal to be back in a place that held so many memories for me. Memories that were marred with a certain sadness had grown accustomed to.Tom's chauffeur had dropped his Mercedes at the airport. He drove us home in it, weaving through the busy streets of New York while I simply stared out the window.I had worn dark shades to hide the bruise I was sporting just on the side of my face. It was Tom's idea. He always knew the best way to cover up the work of his hands, trying to pass them off as accidents. I suppose almost ten years of marriage was enough practice for him.When he had suddenly announced that we were c
ADAM'S POV"Mother?" I called cocking my head to the side, feeling rather uncomfortable with her stare.Growing up, my mother had her ways of getting me to fess up when I made mistakes or did something behind her back. One way that always worked and creeped the hell out of me at the same time was when she would stare right into my eyes.That made me shudder all the time.Hell, even now, with her green eyes threatening to burn holes in my skin, it took all of me and years of practice not to cower before her. I was a grown ass man. While I respected my mother, I would not shrink away like a pathetic green boy.My mother's eyes trailed over my clenched jaw and she laughed heartily. "You're so cute, thinking you could stand up to me like that,"
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