Eve's POV
Golden rolled off me, falling beside me and wrapped his arm around me tight. We were both panting, sweating profusely.
My hair was matted to my forehead, and face. The curls were drenched, evidence of just how intense the sex was. I had never felt anything like it.
The feeling was indescribable.
I sighed, closing my eyes as I felt his hands tighten around me further. With Golden, I didn't have to worry about anything. I didn't have to care about the things around us, the world, my life, or Tom himself.
All that mattered at the moment was him.
Thick long fingers swiped my hair out of my face, running through my scalp gently. A soft sound of satisfaction slipped from my lips and I buried myself deeper into him.
"That was...amazing," I hummed.
His chest rumbled
Tom’s POVFrance was a goddamn awesome country.I ran my hands through my hair, a satisfied grin on my face as I walked out of the hotel. She had been quite enjoyable. Madam Marie. She was the perfect belle in French. A huge bosom and quite the expensive taste. Not like I was complaining. I had enough to spare for her. Besides, money could be easily replaced. But my time in France could not.Pressing down a button on my car keys, the vehicle gave a loud beep telling me its location. I had left Marie in bed, satisfied as usual. I had met her the very first day we arrived in France for my business trip. She was the secretary of one of our French investors and she had batted her lashes, put those beloved tits to work and sucked me off in her boss’ bathroom.And damn she was good at it. Just thinking about it made my cock twitch like I was some horny bastard. I almost turned on my heels
Eve's POVA 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