Usually, of course, his parcels and such were left for others to deal with.Not on this occasion.This was beyond personal, Raul thought as he looked at the ring.It was like holding a ghost—and one he didn’t even know.Bastiano was an orphan.Had this been his mother’s ring?What the hell had his mother been doing, taking such a ring from a teenager?A kid, really.They had been children then.Sure, they had thought they were adults, but what the hell...?His mind leapt to the defense of the seventeen-year-old Lovely.He was furious at how she’d been treated by adults who should have known better.And now he sat trying to do the hardest thing in his life—afford Bastiano the same feelings.‘Raul!’This time it wasn’t Allona.Instead a very pale Lovely stood in the doorway, in short pajamas.He could see all the tiny changes in her. Her hips were rounder, her breasts fuller, but he wasn’t really noticing them in reference to her being pregnant.Her hips were round and her breasts were
She could not deal with Raul with her head.One tryst and she craved more—one more night in his bed and she would be putty.And she was scared to try to forgive him.Lovely was scared of his lies—in that he was the master.‘Come to bed.’She knew he meant his.‘Come on.’And it scared her, not that she would take his crumbs...But that she did.XXXWrapped in a sheet on Lovely’s command, so as not to scare Loretta, they headed down the mirrored hall.‘She won’t be here,’ Raul said as they shuffled along with him holding the statue.‘Well, I’m not walking naked through your house.’‘Our house.’Lovely ignored that. Instead she asked about Loretta.‘How come she works for you?’‘Because she was always good to me, and when my father died I knew she would be without work.’‘So you do have friends?’‘I guess.’They were at his bedroom—back to where she had promised never to be.It was even more beautiful the second time around.‘It’s so gorgeous.’‘It’s your room now.’He saw her shoulders
‘No, I don’t,’ Raul agreed. ‘I’ll like ours, though. Please believe that I’m not asking you to marry me because of the baby.’‘I know that.’She almost did.But by his own admission Raul was a manipulative liar, and there was still the tiniest niggle that he was simply saying the right things to appease her.But then she thought of his look of horror when she had exposed him. So unlike Arabella, who hadn’t even flinched at being caught.He seemed so loath to hurt her.She was scared, though, to believe.And as her mind flicked around, trying to find fault with this love, Raul lay sinking into his first glimpse of peace.That feeling—not quite foreboding, but almost—was fading. His constant wondering as to how she was had been answered. He thought of that first surge of jealousy when he’d thought that she and Bastiano might be lovers.And now they lay there together and he looked at her. ‘Were you jealous at the thought of Allona and me?’‘Of course I was.’‘Are you now?’‘No.’ She sho
Apollo Rivero Soriano POVI sit on the cold metal bench, my backside feeling almost completely numb with a chill that runs up my back and down my legs. My gaze focuses on the bars that separate me from freedom, the shiny silver gleam taking me back to some foggy childhood memory I’d rather not recall.A time when my mother would slide shining cookie sheets into the stainless oven. I could almost smell the warm deliciousness of her amazing chocolate chip cookies.Refusing to let those memories take over, I glance around my cell to ground myself in the present, not that I want to really be here at the moment.I've been here for hours waiting for my lawyer to show up... waiting for my dad to show up. They're one and the same.In my mind's eye, I can already see the crinkles of his face and the disappointment in his eyes. I swear at some point when I wasn't looking, he aged... like that avocado that I always think is ready, but turns out to be well past its prime, because the darn thing r
Ellen de Luna POVI glance over at Apollo Kian.He’s slumped in the passenger seat of my car, staring out the window with a blank expression on his handsome face. The guy could be a movie star if he wanted. But it seems like all Apollo wants is to cause trouble and get in fights. I can’t help but wonder if it’s all a ploy to upset his dad, or to get attention.I can’t imagine how tough his life must have been, growing up without a mother and with a father that, while a good guy with his best interests at heart, was emotionally chilly.But the blank look on Apollo's face tells me he doesn't care about anything, not even the fact that he was just in jail, that I’d bailed him out, that he knows his dad is too mad to show up for him.In truth, his dad has seemed a bit off lately, and has been leaving work more often on errands he schedules in advance. I have no doubts he’s up to something - maybe he’s met another woman and that’s why he’s coming down harder on his son.“You’re staring at
Apollo Kian Soriano POVAs expected, the conversation with my father did not go well.I managed to get out of there without saying anything I regretted, but now I slam the door of my building behind me and storm into the elevator, pressing the button for my penthouse.I'd locked eyes with Ellen when I left dad's office and once again, I wish she’d been his kid instead of me. That would make life so much easier. All I want is to be free of his expectations. I've had enough of him making demands on my life and time. He doesn't understand that I have my own dreams and ambitions. Of course, I hadn't really gotten mad until he brought mom into the conversation. Still, I’d managed to keep my cool.The elevator reaches my floor and I step off, making my way to my front door. The security system unlocks my door automatically, and the towering black panel with a long silver handle swings open, inviting me in.I step into the spacious space and inhale deeply. Every bit of effort and planning I'
Apollo Kian POV “No. Are you drunk?”“No.” Warm and comfortable, yes. Drunk, no. “Isn’t it your job to know people?”She sighs, making her way toward the window and giving me a great view of her ass in that little skirt. But she is as off limits as someone could get and I’m not interested. Am I? “Look, I meant it when I said you need to do better-”“But not when you agreed no lecturing,” I say with a wink as she turns to face me.Her expression tightens and she moves close to me, her voice low and angry. “You’re so selfish and, and, childish!”I arch an eyebrow, wondering if that’s the first time she’s ever insulted someone.With a slight smile, I lean in even closer until I’m inches from her face. She seems uncomfortable but unwilling to be the first to back down.“The second you resort to name-calling, you concede defeat.” I swear steam comes rolling out of her ears as her cheeks go pink. But her eyes betray her as her gaze drops to my lips.Well, if she’s going to be so obvious, I
“This place is great. I can’t believe I’ve never come here before,” I say as Steven Gomez smiles at me. “You look very handsome,” I say, taking in his nice button down and dark slacks. He ducks his head with a heart-melting grin.“Thank you.” When he looks at me again, there’s a sparkle in his amber-colored eyes.A woman drops off our drinks and I thank her. Taking a sip of my wine, I scan the room. “How was your day?” Steven asks.I glance at him again. “That’s a dangerous question.” With a short, sharp laugh, I try not to let Apollo ruin my good time.“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says kindly.“It’s okay. I just have to defend my boss’s son and he’s always getting into trouble; you know what I mean?” I ask. Steven nods and the words pour out of me around sips of wine.“He treats his dad poorly, he’s a bit of a jerk, and for some reason he doesn't seem to care about anybody but himself.” I’d already told Steven Gomez a bit about my past. “It stings when I think about how I lost m
Apollo stands up and pulls me into a hug, speaking softly into my ear. “Ellen, I love you. I know that if I don’t try to make amends and ask you to spend your life with me, I’ll forever regret that. So I’m asking you - and if the answer is no, I deserve that for how much I’ve hurt you. But will you marry me?”I pull back to look him in the eyes, worried he’s joking or messing with me or that this is some kind of prank. But he looks serious and genuine and maybe a little bit afraid.Standing in my apartment surrounded by flowers, I realize that the man that I love just asked me to marry him.I glance down at the ring.He continues speaking. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I want to be with you until my last heartbeat, my last breath. You make me happy.”Emotions crash over me, disbelief, excitement, joy, fear, and overwhelmingly, love. I love this man, and I want to spend forever with him. Not because of the firm, or because of the flowers. B
I press the call button and let them know he’s awake and feeling some pain. They assure us they’ll be right in and I thank them.Dad, however, has already gone back to trying to figure things out. “An outside lawyer, huh? What are you up to?” he muses under his breath, correctly assuming I’m not about to tell him my secrets.There’s no way he’ll guess what I have planned. It’s so elegant, simple, and perfect. I know how I’m going to win Ellen back - if she’ll have me. I know there’s a possibility that I screwed things up beyond repair, but I’m going to hope for the best. And heck, this plan might just win her back even if she hates me now.I decide to toss my dad a bone. “I’m going to fire her.”He lifts his head, looking at me like I've lost my mind. And maybe I have. “I don't think making her hate you is the way to win her heart.”I can only hope that my gamble pays off exactly how I hope it will, and I lift a shoulder at my father. “I guess we'll see what happens, huh?”XXXEllen d
What do I have to lose by telling him the truth? Then again, I kind of just want to have fun and forget about everything. I lean in close to the guy. “Actually, I'm totally on the run from the cops right now.” I press my finger to my lips and he laughs.“Cute and funny, you’re dangerous. I’m Jack Xander.” He offers his hand and I shake.“Ellen.”“Cute name. What do you do for a living, Ellen?”“Why, you looking for a sugar momma?” I ask.He laughs again. “No, it just seems like a good icebreaker.”“I am... a librarian.” If the guy doesn't get the reference, he's not the guy for me.“I love that,” he says. “Have you come here before?”I shake my head no.“Do you want to dance?”A glance at him and hesitate. I don't want to dance. But I don't really want to talk either. “I think I've had a couple too many for that,” I say instead.“And you’re honest. Triple threat lady.” He gestures at me with his cup as if saying cheers and I try not to be bored. There’s nothing about this guy that mak
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he