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
The exposed brick walls are painted white and soft music plays over the speakers, but the voices of the people sharing a meal make the restaurant loud."I enjoy it when you take my suggestions," Vincent says, leaning in close once our waitress walks away.He cologne swirls around me and I smile, not telling him the real reason behind my choice. "I figure you have good taste.""That I do." His hand lowers, resting on my knee and disturbing the tablecloth. "How is your dad?"I'm conflicted. Do I push his hand away or thank god for letting him touch me again?"Good. When are you going to meet my parents?" I don't mean that the way it sounds. It's purely so they can thank him for the help he did for my father, but I worry it comes off as if I want it for other reasons.His hand travels up my thigh and then stops halfway. "I'm not a man you bring home to Daddy."His fingers move again and catch in the tablecloth. I look around and then fix it making sure he's covered.I swal
He tugs on the top, lowering my underwear, and I step out expecting them to fall to the ground. But Vincent snatches them, bringing the material to his nose and sniffing quickly before stuffing them in his pocket.I blush and lower my head so he won't notice. A shy girl isn't who I want Vincent to see when he looks at me. I'm supposed to be a strong independent woman who's sure of herself. The man tucks away my underwear like it's nothing weird. Happens all the time."I love when I surprise you," he says, fixing my skirt."What? You didn't surprise me." It's a lie and we both know it."You will be."The elevator stops at the office level and I wait for the numbers to continue higher, but they don't. "Why are we stopping here?"The doors open and Vincent walks me into his office. "I need to check an email.""Now?" He's right, in one way I'm surprised. Although, not in another. Vincent always says work comes first. He gave me his attention earlier, but I guess it's silly to
IT'S SO hot where I lie. I try to roll over but get stuck between the covers and a heavy bar that hangs against the side of my body. My fingers reach out expecting cool metal, but I'm met with the warm soft skin of a body. Realization hits me and I open my eyes to a dark morning lying in a bed on top of the city. The sun has not risen enough to light the sky, and the clouds hang low forming a light shade of gray.Vincent moans behind me and his arm tightens, pulling me close. His sheets smell of laundry detergent, flowers, cologne, and sex. I pause for a moment trying to remember this scene exactly—the feeling of completeness I experience being held tightly in his arms. It's a memory I want to hold on to forever.His chest is a solid wall of rock behind me, a silent protector in the middle of the night. I want to lie with him forever and never let the outside world intrude upon the moments we've shared. I breathe deeply, snuggling myself back in Vincent's arms and allow him to cage
"I couldn't decide on an outfit in Chicago right away so I picked up a few options. Davis ended up bringing them home with you in the car.""You bought all of these?" It wasn't a full wardrobe by any means, but if the five-hundred-dollar blouse he bought me in Chicago was any indication, these few items cost more than my entire wardrobe in my apartment.Vincent chuckles as I reach out and touch one of the silky fabrics. "I figured it'd be worth my time to have appropriate clothing on hand." I don't miss the way he emphasizes appropriate as if that is his motivation.A week or so ago I may have believed it, but I'm smarter now and starting to figure out he likes my clothing a little more than he'd admit, but maybe he also likes to see me in something he picked out. My hand floats over the fabrics noticing a black pencil skirt with a hint of lace on the bottom. He bought these in Chicago? We'd only kissed once by then. Granted it was the hottest kiss of my life, but things hadn't e
His half joke steers my attention away and I let the water soak my hair. Vincent globs shampoo in his palm and spreads it over the strands, rubbing it into my scalp. It's luxurious. My own personal spa. The shower is wide enough to fit four more people and out of the light grey stone walls two sprouts of water coat us both. Steam rises around the floor relaxing my muscles. This is heaven compared to the white fiberglass shower at my apartment."I would make new friends, but I work alone so it's not so easy to do and..." My sentence trails off with realization I planned to say I don't know how much longer I'll be working at Valiant Industries.It doesn't feel right anymore. So much has changed since I took the job. At first I saw the marketing position as a way to get my foot in the door. I planned on a few years of working to get experience and then I'd move on and find a better position in a warm climate.I didn't plan on becoming Vincent's assistant, and I wasn't looking forwar
"Your shower is amazing." The water beats against my back in a morning massage, plus having him in there with me doesn't hurt either.Vincent chuckles once. "I'll make sure you see it often in the future, but right now we have no time to waste. My assistant gets pissy if I let my coffee get cold.""She sounds like an old hag," I say referencing our joke earlier this morning.He looks down, staring at me before giving me a quick kiss on the lips, the water running over his face and into my mouth. "No, she's the most gorgeous woman I've ever met."Once again I get lost in the attention Vincent gives. His gaze trails over my body as he lingers at my breasts. His fingers caress the skin of my belly and then go lower headed for my leg until I remember what I'm sporting down there and rear back."No, I haven't shaved yet." It's only two days of growth but my legs get hairy. I grow stubble overnight.He rolls his eyes and steps back, opening the shower door and reaching for someth
VOLUME TWO: HER SIEGEI shove my head deeper into the couch pillow, hating the fact Vincent purchased it and yet relishing in the softness. The pillow is so malleable I could shove my face in farther and use it to suffocate my memories away."Mackenzie, it was a misunderstanding," Ashley says, sitting at the end of the couch and pulling my feet into her lap. She has her blonde hair pulled back into a high bun and she's wearing a pair of gray sweats.I cover my ears, not wanting to hear her logic about the situation. This is definitely no misunderstanding. When I came home from a devastating day and broke down telling Ashley the details of the illicit affair I've had with my billionaire boss, I expected her to be on my side. To trash him with me and talk about how horrible men are. I didn't think she'd try to calm me with logic.Best friends jump on the wagon and drive the tractor to man-hater island. Vincent hired me to fill in as his assistant while his real one was on materni
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