Davyの小説

Amber's POV"And by the way, it's Enzo. No need to be so formal now." He adds with a teasing wink.I want to die. My face is a ball of flames. I swallow hard, my heart pounding so violently against my ribcage I'm afraid it might burst out.Am I perhaps ovulating? Or why the hell is my body reacting to this man in the strangest possible way?It's like a wildfire licking through my veins, consuming every rational thought, one I can't control, no matter how hard I try.But I use every ounce of self-control I have left and push him off."This is a work environment," I hiss, my voice shaking with both anger and arousal. "We're expected to act professional, not you fawning over me like some horny teenager. I came here for an interview. For that only."He tilts his head, studying me like I'm a puzzle he can't quite solve. There's curiosity in his eyes now, mixed with suspicion."And what about our previous deal?" he asks, his voice slow and his gaze suspicious. "When is it taking effect?"

Amber's POVOh. My. Goddess.The world just fucking stops spinning. Time stops. My breath stops.I blink. Then blink again, but he's still right there on the seat, looking no less god-like than he did that night, with one exception—now he looks a whole lot scarier.There's this scowl on his sexy face like he's about to murder someone. Maybe me?I clear my throat awkwardly, bracing myself. "Good morning, sir."If I thought he would answer me, then I'm greatly mistaken. He doesn't utter a word, just keeps staring at me, his eyes piercing through my skin, like he's stripping me naked.I shift uneasily on my feet, my heels suddenly feeling too tight. The air in the room shifts, becoming thicker and more congested.His Alpha aura is so large and too intimidating that I feel small and insignificant in his presence.And the fact that he isn't even saying anything?Holy heavens! He's so unbearable. My palms are growing clammy as I stand there like a total fool, sweat pooling on my forehead.I

Amber's POVJust who the hell is this Suzy?And how is it possible that everyone can't tell that I'm an entirely different person from her?Can I really be her doppelganger or what, in the next level b,ullshit is this?I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a really deep breath to summon whatever last control I have left in my body. And it works. The room stops spinning for a moment."You have the wrong person. I'm not Suzy!" Too bad! My words come out slurred, and I want to hit myself for taking too much alcohol."Really?" His eyebrow—the one with the scar—lifts slightly in amusement.Then his gaze drops to my mouth, then lower, dragging slowly over my cleavages, down to where my thighs press together.When he looks back up, there's heat in his eyes. Dark and dangerous.“Pretending to be someone else won't work on me, Suzy.” He scoffs, flicking my hair slightly. “You even dyed your hair black? Really?”I roll my eyes.This man isn't just hot. He must be deaf too.Grinding my teeth, I sna

Amber's POVHer words hit me like a freight train, confusion slamming me hard on the face like a blow.The ground disappears beneath me. I can't breathe. I can't think.'My daughter, Tiffany.' Those words echo in my ears so loud it hurts."What— what do you mean by your daughter, Tiffany?" I stutter, my lips quivering with fear.Three years ago, Ryan brought home a one-year-old Tiffany. He told me she's the daughter of his distant cousin who died in an accident.And I never questioned him. I accepted Tiffany as my own. And even when he asked me to quit my job to give her the motherly attention she needed, I did immediately.But now, all of a sudden, the baby I sacrificed my whole career for is Jade's daughter?I turn to Ryan. "What the hell is going on?" My voice rises a dangerous octave. "And you'd better be spilling the fucking truth!" "Relax, Amber. Let's talk this through like rational adults," Ryan says.Where does he get his audacity to spout absolute rubbish?As if that is no

Amber's POV"How should I ride you? Rough or soft?"A husky and breathless voice drifts out of my bedroom door, making me freeze dead in my tracks.That's definitely not my husband, Ryan's voice.I drop the wine bottle I'm holding on the living room stool, my brows furrowing together. Or did I imagine it?I mean, who could be role-playing a biker in my matrimonial bedroom? Riding rough and—?"Oh, yes!" Loud moans break through the wall yet again, cutting my thoughts off."Faster, Ryan! Please!" It gets even louder.And that's when I hear it— the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh hard and fast, accompanied by low groans that sound like Ryan's voice.Dread tightens my gut, and my heart starts to pound hard in my ears.Is Ryan trying to prank me or something? On our wedding anniversary?But then... that feminine moan. That huskiness in the voice. There's something about it that sounds too real.Too familiar.My feet move on autopilot, trembling with panic as I double up the stairs till I