Adam's POV
I helped Eve off the floor, feeling every part of my body tighten in anticipation. It had felt like a dream come true when she walked in through that door. I had feared she would not show up.
And fuck when she did, all semblance of control fizzled out of my body like the damned wind. I had wanted nothing more than to devour her. It had taken a lot of control not to take her right there and then against the door.
Hell the urge was still there, but she would be too sore to walk down the stairs if I did that. I led her to the bed, trying not to cave into the trembling that had taken hold of my legs. My climax had come suddenly and with a lot of force. I hadn't expected the last move she pulled on me. It had set me off and fuck it had been intense.
Lowering her to the bed, I watched as she sat on it, the slit on her dress shifting aside
TOM’S POVMaxwell rolled the pen between his thumb and forefinger, staring at the contract in his hands as if it was calculus or something complicated. Sweat beaded his forehead as he read through the document. I would bet he couldn’t understand a single word in that document. That was what made Maxwell Ford an easy prey.I just wished he wouldn’t waste my time instead.I sighed against the sofa I sat on, making sure to keep a placid smile on my face. I couldn’t give off the impression that the fat ass sitting directly across me irritated the shit out of me. I had gotten the Maxwell contract with a very particular quality I had in abundance. Persistence.Yeah, I knew I was damned persistent.A buddy of mine had informed me that Maxwell was looking for a partner in building ballrooms in Manhattan. The robust man was New York’s number-one event organiz
Eve's POVI was sure I looked like a mess. I didn't need a mirror to confirm that, but I needed a mirror to readjust everything. My dress felt lopsided. My hair was ruffled. I was certain of that. Adam had pulled and yanked at the strands so many times for them to remain the same.I shuddered at the thought as I made my way down the corridor, trying to even my breathing. There wasn't a soul in sight. Everyone was in the ballroom. The music grew louder as I drew closer to the stairs. I could picture everyone dancing, and giggling as they talked, unaware of what had just happened right under their very noses.Tom would have a fit. I could only hope that his meeting had spanned longer. What the hell was wrong with me? Why had I followed Golden- Adam, in the first place?! It was downright dangerous. If Tom found out, I was doomed.I would be stu
EVE'S POVThe door to the basement was dragged open. Light filtered into the dark room, slowly, illuminating my surroundings. Blinking rapidly, I raised my head to see Tom's silhouette. He stood at the door. I couldn't see his face, but I could very well guess the look on it. It was the same look he had every time he let me out of the basement.The look of annoyance.I trembled, burying my face back in my arms. Pain. I felt it everywhere. It trickled in doses into my limbs, flashing whenever I moved, however small it was. I couldn't remember much of what happened after the party.Perhaps that was because I chose not to remember. It was nothing new that Tom had beaten the crap out of me. I ought to be used to it by now. After so many years, I ought to be used to his slaps, and kicks and punches. I should be used to his tantrums.
Adam's POV"If that will be all, Ladies and Gentlemen," I said, rising to my feet. My eyes trailed over each head of the department's face and I felt rather satisfied by the smiles on their faces. "I will take your leave now."Their applause rang through the boardroom as I walked out of it with Lillian in tow. Her heels clicked against the ground faster, trying to match my pace as we made our way to the private elevator."That went quite well, didn't it?" I asked her as she swiped her card against the card reader and the elevator opened."Yeah I would say so," She replied, chuckling as we stepped in. "I wonder why you said that you'd take your leave now as if anyone had the right to stop you from leaving,""It's courtesy, Lillian. Courtesy," I explained, watching the door close and stifle the urge to
Eve's POVI didn't want his hands on me.Not after Golden.I had laid there, perfectly still in bed, allowing myself to think about the one person that made me feel better about myself.Adam.The look on his face when he had seen me at the ball that night. Gosh. He stared at me as if I were the only one in the room. As if all that existed in the world was just me and him and everything else be damned.How could I have resisted not going up to meet him that night? How could I remain in the ballroom, knowing that he was waiting for me? Knowing that he yearned for me.My body trembled as I recalled the rough, surprising way he had claimed my lips the minute I stepped through that door. As if he had been starved.
Adam's POV"Wife?"Had I heard wrong? I had to have fucking heard wrong. Tom Harrison did not just call Eve, my Eve, wife. Maybe I had imagined it.I glanced at Eve and I could swear the guilty look that marred her face was like a knife drove right through my chest."Is there a problem?" I dragged my eyes away from Eve to see Tom's face etched in a frown.Him! She was with him. Oh no, that wasn't the correct choice of words was it? She was married to him. Married! I had been fucking a married woman all along. My gut clenched and if I was a weak puny little kid, I perhaps would have thrown up."Mr Stone?" Tom called and I felt my bones rattle in anger.He was the one who had c
Eve's POVWhen I had seen Adam, I'd prayed for the earth to open up and swallow me. And like always, my prayers were unanswered. It had been so uncomfortable listening to Tom as he spoke to me while Golden glared daggers at me.The shock in his eyes when Tom had introduced me as his wife had been evident. To me at least. Tom, however, seemed oblivious as usual, he was rather focused on glaring at me as well.I knew it was a dumb idea to bring food for a man who didn't give a shit about me. He seemed quite annoyed with me. And that I was used to. What I wasn't used to was him calling me pet names. When he had called me honey, I could swear that my stomach dropped in fear.I had messed up. That was the only thing I could deduce from his hard gaze when he beckoned for me to come closer. I never should have left the house. The
Eve's POVI wiped my eyes with my sleeve, staring at the mirror before me. Bloodshot eyes stared back at me. I was exactly what I was before I met Adam.A shell of myself.I had to leave. If I stayed here any longer, they could finish their meeting and either Tom or Adam would see me eventually. I didn't want to deal with either of them.Not now. Not yet.So I walked out of the bathroom and found my way out of Harrison and co. And then I kept walking.New York streets teemed with people. Young, old, great, or small. Years ago in high school, my friends and I would talk about walking the streets of New York, holding cups of cappuccinos and sipping from them while laughing wildly at nothing.For us, New York was the dream. It was the goal. And I
Eve's POV"Madam?!"Ah crap. I snuggled deeper into my husband's arm, wishing Nuren would disappear. Why on earth was she at our door?!"Madam?! Madam you have to wake up!"No I do not!"No she does not!" Adam yelled groggily, hugging me tighter. He must be mad at her for running our sleep as well."But she has to!" Nuren said stubbornly."Ignore her," I mumbled to him, running my hands over his skin.He hummed in response. "It's a fucking Saturday. We ought to be allowed to sleep in,""Not like
Eve's POVGolden.He was all I could see. All I could feel. His scent drove me heady and aching with desire. I gripped the counter, hanging on, waiting, anticipating.Cold air whipped against my exposed skin as he yanked down the dress and tossed it aside. His breathing was ragged as he trailed kisses down my arched back, to my ass.He let out a hiss, smacking the cheeks, sending painful thrills up my spine and down to my pussy."Adam," I moaned, pushing against him. "Oh please, please."‘Ah fuck, I love it when you beg," he mumured huskily, giving me another smack. Heat pooled between my thighs and my juices spilled down my thighs. Another smack and soon he had me writhing and mewling begging him to give me what I wanted. What we both wanted."So fucking eage
Adam's POVI watched Eve walk side by side with her mother on the patio. It had taken a great deal of work and patience to convince her mother to come. I had to send the video of Tom molesting Eve to her and that seemed to change everything.That seemed to reveal the truth.They seemed fine now, happy.They had hugged and held each other for hours, weeping buckets while I stood there watching. It tore me to bits, seeing her cry. But she needed it. I knew that."You did good," Mother said, joining me on the balcony where I stood. "I'm sure you've made her very happy.""Thank you mother," I murmured while taking a sip from my brandy. "That was the goal.""Oh," my mother arched her brow in a manner that told me she had something else to say. "And the goal
Eve's POV"Wake up Eve,"A pair of lips teased and tickled my ears. I moaned, melting deeper against his touch. His very familiar touch."Mhmm," I purred, moaning softly as his hands stroked my arm."Are you up, my pet?"Oh I was . I was now. I had spent the past few days in Adam's arms.But as much as I enjoyed his presence,I feared that it would all end. I tried to push away those thoughts, telling myself that I was just being paranoid.As I opened my eyes, I saw his face looming over me, a smile playing on his lips. It sent a shiver down my spine and a soft sigh slipped from my lips. Adam leaned in closer, his eyes darkening with desire. The air between us crackled with tension.“Hey,” I whispered.“He
Eve's POVAdam drove us down to his house. Nuren had cried her eyes out when he had announced to everyone else that he was taking me with him. With the way she had cried, you would think Adam was carting me off all the way to the moon. But I was sure she was only too happy for me.The drive was quiet. And yet it felt so... Peaceful. The days after the incident at the warehouse had felt like that. Slow and peaceful and it was good.In the meantime.His house... Scratch that, his mansion was huge!The gate creaked open as we approached, revealing a long driveway lined with blooming cherry blossom trees. The mansion loomed ahead, its grandeur taking my breath away. Adam guided the car to a stop in front of the massive oak doors, and I stepped out, feeling small against the backdrop of opulence.“I thought y
Adam's POVFour days. They passed by in a blur. I couldn't remember much about what happened, but I could remember how I felt every single second.Afraid. Terrified. Devastated. Nothing had prepared me for what I had seen. Nothing had prepared me to lose Eve.When Tom had shot her, I was pretty sure I went mad. It had taken Micheal and the police to pry me off a bloodied Tom by the time I was done. The ambulance took its damned sweet time to arrive so while I called the pilot to the private jet, Micheal had checked her wound and helped do first aid. And I had held her in my arms on the flight home.Pale. She grew pale rapidly. Her pretty skin had lost its color until she looked so drained it terrified the shit out of me.I could feel the weight of her in my arms, her breath shallow and weak against my chest. Panic surged thr
Author's POVWell duty called.Micheal Hamilton sped down the road that led outside New York city, a happy grin on his face. One would think he was on his way to attend a freaking birthday party with how excited he looked."Will you stop grinning like that?" Adam who sat in the passenger seat said with a concerned look. "It's fucking creepy man."Micheal chuckled and took a sharp turn at the same time, earning a glare from his best friend. It had been a while since they left Isabella Stone mansion and frankly he had expected Adam to rain down his questions.Instead, his best friend behaved as typical as anyone would expect Adam Stone to. He sat in the passenger seat quietly, occasionally glancing at him. If Micheal had to guess , he would say Adam was trying to connect the dots and figure out who or what he was exactly. 
Adam's POV"Your mother says, your little miss Eve is hanging around somewhere,"Those were the first words Micheal said when I met him at the gate. He had the damned cocky grin on his face as if something permanently amused him."Perhaps I do," I chuckled, slipping my hands in my pocket. "With that grin on your face, I'm not so sure I want you to meet her.""Oh please, I have to. I need to know the woman who makes you do the craziest of shit," Micheal crackled, walking ahead of me into my mother's house."Try not to say shit when you meet her,""Shit like what?" he asked innocently and I just knew he was going to try something crazy when he saw Eve.We stopped by Mom's study to say."Hello, boys," Mom greeted us with a warm smile. She looked
Tom's POV"That bastard!" I spat as I scaled down the wall with Eve, gritting my teeth in disgust.I had watched him stroll with her. As if she were his. As if he had the right to.Now it all seemed to be clear. To be so fucking clear."Take her to the spot," Barlow ordered, jumping in right after me. "I'll signal the men."After a whole damned argument session with Barlow, he finally agreed to help. But what could possibly be much more valuable to Adam Stone? If we could get him to take back the charges and then say he had come up with the fake proof and lied that we were trafficking then everything would be solved.There was nothing the word of a billionaire could not accomplish. But the problem however had been discovering how to make Adam Stone give in. I had snuck into his mother's hou