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
I hate lying to my friend, but I'm not ready to examine my relationship with Vincent under a microscope the way Ashley will want and demand. It would take hours. She'd make me draw out a diagram and timeline of our relationship. Lying is easier. For everyone. "Yeah, I was helping my mom.""Stop at the store and pick up ice cream because tonight we're having a girls' night. I get to pick the movie.""But you always pick sad ones." I wasn't one of those women who wanted to watch a movie and spend the entire time crying.Ashley laughs knowing it's the truth. "This is a new one, about a royal who falls in love with a commoner.""Wasn't that made by Hallmark?""Shhh, don't hate. Life is simpler in the Hallmark universe."That she's got right. "Okay, I'll grab the sweets and meet you back at the apartment."We hang up and I take the offramp and exit earlier getting myself closer to the store. I planned to sneak up to Vincent's office, but a night with my best friend would be go
What the hell?We haven't talked since the night we got drinks together, but I sent him a text while I sat around the hospital and explained the situation. He said no big deal and wished my father a speedy recovery. After that it'd been radio silence, but I didn't think anything went wrong between the two of us. I don't want to date Levi, but he'd make a good friend. A comrade to have in the office once I move to Marketing. Except he looked at me as if I was the most disgusting creature he'd ever seen.Did I completely misunderstand his text? Has something else happened?... TUESDAY IS NO BETTER. I place another coffee and sandwich by the cold ones, not bothering to pick them up. Vincent still hasn't answered my email, and I refuse to send another until he does. My stomach hurts and tears burn my eyes. I can't continue on this rollercoaster that is Vincent Valiant, but I also can't leave.At eleven, as I'm gearing up for another lonely day and deciding what I want to order f
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY... New day and all that jazz.It was a bunch of bull if you ask me. If you want a different life, you have to go out there and grab it by the horns, shake it around a bit and then change your destiny. Which is what I'm doing on this new day.Wednesday is my chance to recover the week. I refuse to let it go down as crappy as it started. Vincent was wishy-washy at best and his refusal to answer any of my questions or talk to me about our non-relationship was absolutely grating on my nerves. I wouldn't let it happen again. I've sat around and let him stomp his feet and act ridiculous long enough. It was time for me to take charge.It was go time and for that I owned the perfect power outfit. I picked the short black pencil skirt he always said he hated, but it's the one I wore on our special Friday. I charge into the floor with new determination, finding the lights off in his office. But it doesn't matter. There will be no coffee and no sandwich on his desk th
His cologne swirls around me and something in his eyes warns me he isn't kidding, but I refuse to roll my chair back. I won't give in to him now physically. I may have lost the battle, but I'll win the war.My tongue itches to lie. To think of something outlandish, but those eyes of his say no. They hold something deep in their depths, a promise."Yes," I say, not giving him an inch. "I have horrible seasonal allergies and only five days of pills left before I turn into a snotty disgusting mess." Let him picture me sitting out here hacking and coughing germs on everything. Blowing my nose every five minutes and leaving little rags all over his workspace.Vincent shakes his head and rears back a fraction as if he's confused. "You promise that's why?"What is it with him and promising?"Yes, what is your problem?" I'm sure he thought I meant it for that moment, but I mean it for so much more. Everything. Why is he so cagey when he answers my questions? Why does he always run of
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