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
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