登入Well, it was easier to frame her as he kept her away, but still. The jealousy eats at me. "Unbelievable," I laugh bitterly, shaking my head as I take a step back toward the door. "I am trying my best to make things work between us, Deckard. I am out here breaking my back, protecting our son, and bu
I shift my weight, settling my hips comfortably over Deckard’s thighs, and let out a soft, pleased purr. Slowly, deliberately, I run my manicured fingers through his thick, dark hair, massaging his scalp in that slow, rhythmic way I know usually turns his brain to complete mush. He’s sitting on th
He leans forward, his voice dropping into a conspiratorial, deeply unsettling whisper as he stares directly into my green contact lenses. "In fact... you don't have to be a maid at all, Candy. I can make all of this manual labor disappear with a single phone call. If you can just agree to be my pri
"Look, Naomi, if Dennise catches you in here, she’s going to—" The distinct, heavy sound of the deadbolt locking echoes through the quiet kitchen. My entire body goes completely rigid. My instincts scream at me, a cold shock of adrenaline instantly shooting straight to my fingertips. That isn't th
I smooth down the front of my oversized, scratchy maid uniform, my fingers tracing the small bruise on my chest from where Caroline's finger violently ripped my dress open at the cemetery yesterday. My skin still feels raw from the humiliation, my eyes are burning from crying all night over Owen, a
The striking, facial structure. Sydney is an absolute, undeniable replica of the woman in the vintage photograph—Tobias’s mother. The almost psychotic protectiveness Tobias has shown toward Sydney from the very first moment he met her. The massive financial safety nets he threw under her, the fact
A crystal vase, the one I bought Georgia on her last birthday in Greece, shatters against the wall just inches from my head. Water and shards of glass spray across the silk duvet, but I don't move. I don't even blink from the shock impact of it being near my head. "You piece of shit! I hate you!
"Alright, everyone! That’s a wrap on Scene 42. Take thirty, and when we come back, we tackle the finale!" Jeffery’s voice booms across the studio, and for the first time today, I actually let out a breath that doesn't feel like it’s being squeezed out of my lungs. My shoulders drop about three inch
Suddenly, the library is silent. I’m flushed against him, my hands resting on his shoulders for balance. He’s looking down at me, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. I can feel the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of expensive scotch and sandalwood fanning over my face. Our breaths are in
The sound of rain against the library windows is the only thing keeping me company this Saturday morning. It’s that heavy downpour that makes you want to curl into a ball and forget that the rest of the world exists. Since I’m back at Owen’s estate for the weekend, I’ve decided to treat his librar







