What?He must be joking.I pull my hand back a fraction, puzzled at his response. All of this is to get me back to work? It can't possibly be the truth, but why would he say it? Why can't he admit that he feels something too?I shake my head, gathering my thoughts, and realize maybe he hasn't admitted it because he doesn't. It's possible those things people say about billionaires becoming rich because they're ruthless is the truth. There's no shining nice guy hiding under his gruff exterior. Would Vincent do this for his other assistants? The man is so utterly frustrating.But as much as I tell myself he's a jerk and stare at him as he goes back to his computer undisturbed by the fact we're no longer holding hands, I can't see past what he's done.The obvious jealousy with his client in Chicago and the help he's gotten for my father. The furniture in my apartment. Hell, the apartment. These are not the things an asshole does for his employees. It's so much more.And the kis
Vincent told me to take as many days I wanted, but I hadn't planned on a week. It went by so quickly with my father in the hospital and then my father coming home. After that I need an extra day to help get him set up to recover in front of his TV in the living room. My brother returned to school in Big Rapids to finish out the summer session and it left me and my mother to do the dirty work.I lean down, hugging my father in his chair and squeezing him hard, his face the constant reminder of how close we came to losing him. My family and I might not always agree, but in the end they're the only people we have in times of need. I vowed multiple times throughout the week to do a better job of being a good daughter."Stay healthy, Daddy," I say squeezing him one last time and pulling back."Of course, your mother will feed me nothing but broccoli for the rest of my life.""If that's what it takes for you to have the rest of your life then so be it." He needs to make sure and live
I tap my foot three more times on the carpet, but there's barely a noise. Nothing satisfying at least. An annoyed foot tap is only good when you can get a satisfying thunk from it as well. The tough Berber carpet doesn't create a sound, which forces me to tap my foot harder and harder to no avail.I stack the seven card on top of an eight in my solitaire game and a loud chuckle comes from Vincent's office. With narrow eyes, I whip around and stare at his door, trying my best not to think evil thoughts but failing.It's been five fucking days since I've been back to work. Every morning I place his coffee and his sandwich from the cafeteria on his desk as I've always done since accepting the position, and every morning he comes in, asks me how my father is while staring at a corner of the room and then goes to his office, closes the door, and I don't see him again for the rest the day.Five days.It is complete and utter bullshit. Vincent laughs again and I visualize myself stabb
I stand, ready to call security if she throws a bucket of water or something, but as I round my desk, Valiant stands from behind his with a big smile on his face greeting her as if they're long-term best friends. Our eyes connect, but his are empty and dead as he walks past his desk and closes the blinds tighter, not that I could see anything in their earlier position."How are you doing today," he says and closes the door, cutting off the rest of his sentence.Who is this woman and why is he so happy to see her this time? It's obvious the two of them know one another, but how closely? He hasn't said and I have no plans to ask.Or do I?... THE CLOCK CLICKS down another hour and I win my solitaire game, the sixth one in a row. I'm getting way too good, but the only other game preloaded on my office computer is minesweeper and no one knows how to play that one—even the people who created the game.The cars in the state employee parking lots have emptied, and the downtown ar
His words hurt and I do my best to lock up my heart the way I did earlier, but it's pointless now. I'm too far gone when it comes to Vincent Valiant. "Why am I the wrong choice?"Was Henry right and Vincent sees me as a plaything, and now he's having guilt over how far he's taken it? It's possible he doesn't feel anything like I do. This is my chance to find out the truth. If I tell Vincent exactly how I feel, he can too. The only thing at stake is a broken heart, and I'll end up with one of those anyway.He runs his hand over my face, cupping it. "Because you are too good for me. I'd stain you."Is that all? I sensed Vincent as a hazard the first time I set foot in his office. He's dangerous, but not like a man who runs a motorcycle club. His danger is wrapped up in thousand-dollar business suits and overpriced cologne. He's trouble you don't see coming. It swoops you up in the middle of the night and before you realize what you've done, it's too late because you're already lost
"You know I hate when you wear this skirt. It makes me want to do things to you all day long. It's much too short."I roll my eyes and then settle into his firm grasp as Vincent bites at my neck. "It's almost to my knees." The first stars pop out in the night sky and the lights in the buildings, apartments, and townhouses nearby flicker to life. I moan as Vincent's thick fingers find my clit and then slip inside my waiting pussy. It's like he already knows what I want."I've wanted you like this for so long," he whispers in my ear and then nibbles the lobe, pulling it tightly between his teeth.My body is Jell-O and I have trouble focusing on his words. With a moan, my hips move with his hand until his smirk tells me he's up to no good as he removes his fingers. He trails his digits up my leg and then sticks his two fingers in his mouth, licking them clean. His chest heats my back and I watch his movements from the reflection in his window. My stomach twists in excitement and fea
When I've gathered enough of myself, Vincent's body hovers over mine and the raw intensity of his stare pierces my mind."You're fucking amazing," he says, tucking my legs around his hips with his cock brushing against the small strip of hair at my mound.I blush, breathing deeply. Why do his words hit me so? Men have called me pretty before, but when Vincent says it, I want to record his words to hear them on repeat for the rest of my life. He runs his sticky finger over my collarbone, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on the nipple, and then releasing it with a pop."I've dreamt of doing that for so long. You taste of the best honey on the planet. Can you handle more?"He doesn't say what specifically, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out as his cock jabs against my stomach. I nod, still trying to find my voice. Vincent leans back, balancing himself on his knees, and with a quick rip of paper takes another moment to cover himself in a condom, t
My dad lowers the volume on the baseball game when it goes to a commercial."You've been home all day, sweetie. And I know you hate baseball. Go out with your friends or something. Be young."He throws his hands up in pretend aggravation but it only makes me smile. "I came home to see you, Daddy."I have no friends left in this town, anyway. I was only close to a few people in high school and all of them have moved on as well. The ones still here I've lost contact with over the years. Besides a Facebook emoji or a comment here or there, we don't talk any longer. Sometimes it feels as if Ashley is my only friend left in the world. Time and other commitments have whittled away many relationships over the years."Did you tell your boss thank you?" he asks during a rental car commercial.I blush, reminding myself to get a grip on my emotions. Vincent is an hour away, but he still has a profound effect whenever I think of him. "Yes, and Mom gave me a platter of cookies to take bac
My enormous stomach stretches against the seatbelt in Vincent's expensive car. I'm no longer just showing a small bit as my due date creeps ever closer. The trees have budded along the highway as his car continues to travel north."Vincent, where are we going?"He smiles. "Our weekend place," he gives me what I suspect is the first semi-honest answer he has the entire trip.When we left this morning, I asked if I needed to pack a bag, but he said it was only a day trip. If I am being completely honest, my first thought was he bought the home in Okemos and planned to drive the fifteen miles to get away for the weekend. But we've been driving for over an hour at this point, passing my family home along the highway to continue north."I can't give you any more than that, Mackenzie. It's a surprise." He says turning off the highway.I hold back a sigh. They never do any good, anyway. "And you know how much I hate surprises.""Yes." His hand falls to my knee and squeezes, rubbin
"I promise you, Mr. Valiant, your wife and baby are perfectly fine. I don't even see signs of a concussion. She's one lucky woman." The doctor's smooth voice does nothing to lessen Vincent's irritation."Can't you check them both again?" he grinds out annoyed he has to ask.The steady beeping of the baby's heart monitor, a large device they've wrapped around my tiny stomach, beeps consistently. "Vincent, I am fine."He looks back at me in the hospital bed and squeezes my hand. "I know, baby. I just want them to check you again."The doctor sighs, smiling at me as if apologizing I have to put up with the man for the rest of my life, but I wouldn't have it any other way."They've looked me over three times. I'm perfectly fine," I run my fingers over his arm, but it doesn't lessen his scowl."Your wife is right, Mr. Valiant. We've run every test. She and the baby are healthy. I'm going to write up her release papers as soon as I leave the room. Go home and get rest. That's the
"I'm sorry we can't go on a honeymoon right away,""Vincent, I promise I understand. Really." He's an important CEO of a billion-dollar company. I don't expect him to take off whenever he wants. He can throw together a quick weekend wedding, but we can't drop everything and go on a three-week honeymoon like he's promised without notice. We have plans to make.I wrap the sheets around me tighter, the northern winds of November howling outside the window. We've been newlyweds for exactly twenty-four hours, and after I sneezed four times yesterday, Vincent decided I need to take Monday morning off to lie in bed and stay warm. He's obnoxiously worried about me catching a cold while pregnant. Any other time I would find it annoying, but the baby is involved so I'm listening to his heavy-handedness. This time."I'm sure I'll forgive you for not whisking me away on a honeymoon immediately during the three weeks we're on the boat in the Bahamas over Christmas." He thought of the best way
Another two weeks laterA gust of wind batters the outside of the car, but the frigid temperatures we're walking into aren't enough to sway Vincent. He allows Davis to open the black limos door and then reaches for my hand when he exits."Is your mom going to kill us?" I ask as I step out into the freezing temperatures of northern Michigan in the late fall and wrap the white fake fur shawl around my shoulders."Probably," Vincent says with a devilish smirk, meaning he doesn't care what his mother will say. I wish I had his self-confidence.At least we'll go down together. "Good because my mother is going to murder me in my sleep."The newest personal protection guard—I'd never get used to that name—steps up to my side. Nicki is tall and her body thin, but she's never once looked at Vincent inappropriately over the last two weeks she'd been protecting me.When Vincent introduced her and brought her into the team, I hadn't argued. Safety isn't something I can take for granted
Two Fridays laterMy eyes have just begun to close as I settle into the post-work catnap. The doctor said it wasn't a big deal I hadn't experienced any morning sickness or other complications during the pregnancy and I should consider myself lucky. But from the way I dozed off at my desk every couple hours the last few days at work, the exhaustion part of being pregnant is hitting me hard and making up for lost time of the first trimester.I still can't believe I'm pregnant. I've seen the evidence, we have the pictures to prove it, but besides being tired I don't feel different. Even though it is too early, I definitely haven't felt anyone moving around in there. Because I lack so much evidence, it is hard to picture me with a baby. It's even harder to picture my big rigid Vincent as a father. Not that I have any doubt he'll be a great one, I've just never seen him with kids. I rarely even babysat myself. Only once or twice in high school. I spent a couple of nights watching the Wa
Without thinking about, it I place my hand on my desk and the metal in the ring that sits so heavily on my finger hits against it with a clink. It draws my attention back to the fresh addition to my finger and I smile as I stare at the beautiful piece of jewelry.I tried not to wear out of the house this morning. It was Monday and even though Vincent's employees handled his email well, I couldn't imagine it would get the same response as the newspaper article outing his previous wife. I prepared for a full-on tizzy. To my relief the article didn't publish as expected. Vincent answers my text with only a smiley face—so unlike him. I figure it cost him a pretty penny, but he worked his magic.Me walking through one of the company floors wearing a big ass ring on my finger would only add to the clusterfuck I was sure our day would turn into at any moment. Therefore, in the name of less drama I tried to leave the item on my nightstand, but Vincent must have swiped it. He followed me on
Vincent moves my feet off the couch and sits in the space. I don't like him being so far away, so I reposition myself until I'm leaning next to his body and getting into his personal bubble.He leans back on the couch wrapping one of his muscular arms over my shoulders. "Today's been shit. Huh?"He'd spent most of Sunday on the phone with his legal team and public relations employees. Everyone in Valiant Industries had quite the weekend. Even though he said he didn't plan to take action against Tiffany, he wants to stop the book from being published. Vincent doesn't elaborate on how he plans to make that happen, but I have faith in him.His legal and PR teams worked for hours and now had a course of action moving forward. Tiffany might strike the first blow with the article about her book, but Vincent wouldn't take it lying down. Tomorrow morning his office would release a statement countering the article and hopefully combatting any speculation. There will still be rumors and ta
By the next morning we still haven't come to an agreement on the house. I want to continue living in the penthouse and Vincent wants to spend an exorbitant amount of money on a weekend place fifteen miles out of the city—a home we won't officially move into until the baby is school age.Something warns me if I don't put up a big fight, Vincent will buy the house and just not tell me about it right away, so I make him promise in the car on the way home he won't do anything without getting my permission first. It's his money, and I feel bad bossing him about his own bank account, but a house is a big damn deal. You can't just buy a house. I'm only half sure making him promise will work, but it's time for me to stretch the trust part of our relationship."You're hiring the chef who made the sandwich and the chocolate cake. Right? I ask biting off another piece of my breakfast bagel."We are hiring and yes."All the meals we tested were delicious, and my core heats remembering the
The early Saturday morning sun wakes me the rest of the way after Vincent's alarm starts the job by rattling on his bedside nightstand. Who sets an alarm for Saturday?Vincent rolls over and wraps his arm underneath mine cradling a breast in his hand. I snuggle my back to his chest and reposition my head on the pillow, hoping I can fall back to sleep and he can do whatever he incorrectly believes is important enough to wake up early on a weekend."I'm sorry last night was ruined." He kisses the back of my neck sucking lightly."You mean when your wife broke in here and tried to steal what I strongly suspect was an engagement ring?" We'd talked about many things the night before but never got around to that topic.I'd planned to ask him, but after finding out Tiffany's demands for his sperm and then the sex, the thought completely fled my mind. We lay in bed together for another hour as Vincent held me tightly, but eventually he slipped from under the covers.Hours later I fou