Novels by Favour

Chase's POVThe meeting was supposed to be simple. A quiet conversation between us, but Giorgio never knew when to stop.He had been part of my father’s crew back in Sicily, a man who liked to think seniority meant immunity. Out of loyalty, I had given him a position here in the States but lately, he had been getting sloppy. Too many missing shipments and too many questions about where the money went. Since it began, I had been patient but now, that patience had thinned out so I called him in. “Chase,” he called. “I swear, it’s not what you think. Those numbers will balance out next week, you have my word.”“Your word,” I repeated flatly, leaning back in my chair. “Your word doesn’t mean much after what happened in Miami.”“That wasn’t me,” he protested. “Those were your men who messed it up, not mine. I told you…”“I have the reports.” I cut in and he froze.Leaning back into my chair, I asked softly, “Do you know what happens to men who steal from me?” “I didn’t steal…”“...twen

Kehlani'sPOVWorking under Chase Ledger wasn’t a job, it was survival.From the very first day, I realized that the man didn’t believe in good mornings or how was your weekend? He believed in efficiency, deadlines, and results. Every word that came out of his mouth was clipped and precise, like his sentences were timed to the exact second it would take to convey the message and move on.He didn’t raise his voice often. He didn’t have to as the silence between his words was enough to make even the boldest intern tremble.My first week felt like I was walking on glass. The man had a memory sharper than a blade and eyes that saw everything. If I hesitated while typing an email, he would glance up and say, “You’re spelling something wrong.” And nine out of ten times, he was right.Every mistake I made was amplified under his scrutiny. If I sent a file two minutes late, he would arch a brow. If I forgot to copy the right executive in an email, he would say, “Try again.” No anger, no sho

Kehlani'sPOV“Ugh!" I groaned, rolling off my bed and landing on the floor with a loud thud. The morning sunlight was cruel. It was pouring into my tiny apartment like it had a personal vendetta against me. Pushing myself up, I made my way to the front of my mirror only to see a mascara streaked ghost staring back at me. The events of last night played behind my eyes like a reel I couldn’t pause no matter how hard I tried. It all started with Room 609, Hunter’s smirk, my slap, the sting of betrayal and then the blue eyed man. Groaning softly, I dragged my fingers through my tangled hair because God help me, even in my fury, I remembered him vividly. His suit had clung to him in all the right places, soaked and sculpted over muscles I didn’t even want to imagine at that hour. His jawline looked like it had been carved by someone who hated imperfections, his blue eyes were something else and I wouldn't be surprised if they could slice through glass and those lips, don’t get me st

Kehlani'sPOV“Hey, what the hell are you doing here?” Hunter’s voice sliced through the air. It was sharp, cold, and annoyed like I was the one who had done something wrong.He was standing by the door, his shirt half buttoned and his hair tousled in a way that looked too deliberate. His tall frame filled the doorway, blocking my view but the faint sound of rustling sheets behind him said enough. My throat tightened, and my heart was pounding against my ribs like it wanted to pop out.“You know, I should be the one asking you that, Hunter. What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, crossing my hands on my chest to hide my trembling fingers. My voice cracked halfway through, and I hated it. I hated that even after everything I had heard and seen, he still had the power to shake me.Titling his head, he narrowed his eyes as if I had just barged into his house and not some damn hotel room that reeked of betrayal and cheap perfume. “You followed me?” he asked, his tone half mocking