LOGINLucien Lucien’s hands shook by his side as he let the tear roll, the emotions racing through him like a rollercoaster. Grief was the first thing he felt. His brother, Michael, had aged so much in the years he’d been out of the country. He had a blank, hollow look on his face too, like the other patients—prisoners- because he couldn’t call them patients when they were strapped down. Then anger. His fingers curled into tight fists that trembled, as his nails carved lines into his skin, breaking through the top layer of his skin. Rage came last, as his chest rose and fell, the sound of his breathing the only thing audible in the large room. It wasn't even large enough. The beds were almost sandwiched next to one another, and there was a single window on the north wall, high enough that Lucien couldn’t look through, and the natural light that came in was a small, narrow ray.The space was stark, without any personal furniture, and there was a certain musky smell in the air, like s
Lucien She was killing him. In the best way possible. Lucien’s grip on Eveline’s hips dug deeper as her ass slapped down on his thighs. He thrust up with quick thrusts, and she picked up speed, grinding down on him harder and faster. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with their gasps and moans. His legs, still dangling off the edge, braced against the floor for better leverage, driving up into her until she was whimpering his name like a prayer.He sat up suddenly, one arm banding around her back to pull her flush against him, their mouths crashing together in a messy kiss while she continued to ride him. The new angle had her squeezing him tighter and her clit rubbing against him with every roll of her hips. “ Lucien— I’m—”“Come for me,” he breathed against her lips, his hands sliding up higher to caress her breasts. “Let me feel you.”He was close too…so fucking close. She came first, her entire frame quivering and shaking as she clung to him. He fucked her more, swallowing
Eveline Eveline’s mouth curved with a cheeky smile. “What kind of material are we talking about, Dr Roswood?” she whispered, her eyes dropping to his mouth. She gazed at him from beneath her lashes, deliberately tugging on her bottom lip, just enough to send a message through. “Do you plan on teaching me how to be a proper consultant? Do my job as well as you do yours?” Lucien shook his head as his gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as they dropped to her legs, where she had absolutely nothing on. “Not that kind.” She should feel some kind of…way. She was seated in front of him, exposed and bare. But all she wanted was more. With Shane, a quick session was enough for both of them. But Lucien Roswood made her feel like she could take more—he made her want more. She wanted to be bent over, arched, with her toes struggling to touch the floor. She wanted her fingers raking down his back because she was close to coming—and her legs clamped around his waist because she
Lucien He’d blurted it out. He didn’t know when the words left him until she turned, her brows slightly furrowed and her lips parted, in surprise. But he’d meant it. Every last word, from somewhere deep inside him that didn’t want her to go back to Shane. That couldn’t bear the image of her pale, shaky, and fragile, trying to walk to that door, to finish a stupid shift. “You want me to say?” She echoed the words. Lucien rubbed the back of his neck, losing his usual edge for a moment. “You said it yourself,” his voice was rough, “you don’t get enough sleep in your house. If you’re going to come into work tomorrow—without having everyone asking you if you’re okay—then you need to get some sleep.”“Unless—“ he lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug, “—you’re fine with Belinda babysitting you. Because I’m sure she’s heard the news by now that you fainted.”Eveline paused, with her fork raised absently, the argument that was forming between her brows smoothing out. She huffed silent
Eveline Eveline opened her eyes slowly, waiting for the headache that usually followed—the sense of impending doom and the acidic bile that made her throat feel raw. She waited. And waited. Her head was light, her stomach didn’t feel like a gaping, yawning pit, and—She placed a hand to her chest. Her pulse was normal. She sat up quickly, glancing around to make sure she’d woken up in the right place. The memories didn’t take time to flood back. The hospital. Fainting. Waking up and arguing with Lucien. Then the elevator…what happened after that? She shook her head slowly, chewing on her bottom lip, but her brain only had blanks to fill. The one thing she knew, though, was that she wasn’t at home. She was in his house. He didn’t take her back into the hospital after she fainted. Why? Her balance felt a little unsteady as she swung her legs over, but she got to the door without a problem. The smell of warm, cooked food made her stomach grumble loudly, but Eveline stood at the
Lucien He wanted to say something. His jaw ground until he could feel his teeth cracking, watching her walk to the door with a slight limp, a hand gingerly placed on her stomach. It wasn’t his place. It was the same thing he’d been telling himself for the past few days, even though he’d stopped the elevator more times than he could count, on her floor, without meaning to. But he couldn’t. He told Shane the truth—he wasn’t the right person for Eveline. Even if she wasn’t engaged to Shane and she wasn’t his brother’s daughter-in-law, he didn’t deserve someone like her. And if she found out the real truth, the one he was hiding from everybody, she would hate him for real. Lucien wasn’t sure he could live with that, so it was better for her to push him away now. Still— When she stumbled by the door, he was striding across the room in the blink of an eye. He halted when she straightened, his fingers digging into his skin and his knuckles cracking. “Miss Storm.”
Lucien Lucien paused at the nurses’ station, sliding the patient file into its slot. “Dr. Roswood.” “Belinda.” he nodded, curt but polite. “How’s the night shift treating you?” Nurse Belinda shook her head, exhaustion etched into the lines of her face. “Like a circus on fire. Two vomiting episo
Eveline The jump scare in the hallway that made Eveline flinch as she hurried down, glancing at her phone and praying she wasn’t late to work, was Shane. She stepped back, with her hand pressed to her chest. “Jesus. You scared the shit out of me. Wait…” she frowned, her mouth twitching to one
Eveline wasn’t sure how she got from the bar to this spacious, luxury high-rise apartment with the glass walls that overlooked the city’s skylight. But the stranger standing in front of her was looking at her like he wanted to devour her whole. “Something tells me this isn’t something you do on
Eveline The key turned with a muffled click, a sound drowned by the one that stopped Eveline cold in the foyer. It wasn’t the television as she’d thought. It was a low, rhythmic wet sound, punctuated by a sharp guttural gasp she knew intimately. His gasp. Her overnight bag slipped from her numb







