I groan, slowly clawing my way out of the darkness that refuses to set me free, and I rub the back of my neck where the source of my pain is coming from. Spreading up the back of my head and exploding across my temples.“Welcome back to the world of the living, Mr. Quinn.” A familiar voice resonates in my ear canals, compelling me to force my eyelids to open.A murky fog blankets my vision and I rapidly blink, slowly gaining my clear vision back to find that I am in the back seat of Mavericks’ SUV and Levi is behind the wheel.“What the fuck is going on here?” I snarl, sitting upright in my chair and looking out the vehicle window.“I’ve been instructed to see to it that you make it back home safely,” Levi states in a firm tone as I meet his gaze in the rearview mirror.“Don’t bullshit me. We both know you are the one who suggested taking me home. Maverick would have a ball and chain wrapped around my ankle, then have me dumped in the middle of the ocean somewhere.” I grumble, unboth
I stare outside the window of Mavericks’ silver sedan, watching the buildings and fields as we pass them by, and trying to smother the urge to turn and face Maverick at the same time.Wow, I have to say that today's service has got to be the most interesting funeral I’ve had the displeasure of attending. As we were leaving, I couldn’t help but notice that Maverick was almost dragging me behind him as we crossed the cemetery to get to Dan who was waiting in the sedan with the engine running.We probably drew more attention than Maverick could manage in a public setting.Brushing my fingers over my tender knuckles, I sigh, wishing I had ripped Matthias’s nose ring out of his nose over jabbing him in the face.I wonder if it hurt him and has left a bruise on his jaw. Reminding him of me every time it aches when he’s kissing his new whore.I shouldn’t call her that, but shit doesn’t come labelled and well…If the shoe fits and all that other stuff.I can't help but notice that we have be
Control.Breathe.Stay calm, Maverick.I chant to myself. I can feel the last restraints of control slipping through my fingertips when Arnica fills all my senses. It’s going to become problematic, and before I know what's taking over me, I’ll be on my knees before her.I just know that my wife is going to mentally fuck me inside out, leaving me a mess. It's going to be a crazy ride and I'm here for it.As I turn the handle to my door, I twist my neck and look at Arnicas' bedroom door, concentrating on the little sounds coming from inside. I slam my door shut, peeling off my clothes as I head towards the shower and turn it on full blast — cold. The images of her taking a shower in her room, lathering her soft skin with a fruity body wash contaminate my brain cells like a flesh-eating parasite. Stepping under the cold spray, I dip my head and allow the water to cool my searing flesh, hoping it will help to dampen the temptation to pin her desirable body between mine and the shower
Maverick.As we enter the dining room, I move past Arnica and pull her chair out for her to sit in. Her eyes dart between me, the chair and the large dining table that could fit another twenty people — minimum. Arnica raises her brows when she notices that there are only two places set on the table. “Will we be dining alone?” She asks curiously as she takes her seat and I push the chair forward.Combing my fingers through my hair, I nod my head. “I thought it might be more comfortable for you if we eat alone tonight.”I walk around the table and sit across from her, moving the large centrepieces made up of candles and large vases with fresh lilies out of the way so nothing is blocking my view. Leaning forward, she places her elbows on the table and clasps her hands together, with her gaze never swaying from mine.“Thank you, that’s… thoughtful.” She manages to say without choking on her words, and the faintest smile touches her eyes.“I haven’t had the chance to ask you how you’re
I don't move a muscle as I wait for Arnica to make the first move and kiss me as I hold my breath. 'Please don't kiss me on the mouth. You can own every inch of my body, but until you own my heart, my lips are off-limits.' Her soft and innocent plea still rings in my ear canals like a bad memory that won't go away, and I find myself pulling away from her. I don't want our first kiss to be filled with regret. I'm just going to have to work extra hard to get her to trust me. The sound of someone clearing their throat fills the room. Arnicas' eyes spring wide open with a look of horror, humiliation and disgust on her face as she gradually realises what is transpiring between us.She jumps to her feet without meeting my gaze. “Thank you for dinner. It was lovely.” She says in a rush as she turns away and makes a beeline towards the door. Levi raises his hands and turns his body to the side, while she scurries past him as if the soles of her feet have suddenly caught on fire. Sighin
I briskly walk into my room, close the door behind me, and sit down on the edge of the bed, covering my face with my hands. My insides feel like they have grown teeth, trying to eat away at the butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. A prickly sensation engulfs my flesh, almost like it has been set ablaze.What the hell was that all about? I was so captivated by Maverick's words that I found myself eagerly hoping for him to end my suspense and lean in for a kiss as I shamelessly moved closer to him.If Levi didn't show up when he did. I most likely would have made the first move and kissed Maverick myself. Would I have regretted it? Undoubtedly.His words have a unique ability to make me feel truly seen and understood.It’s such a dangerous sensation that leaves me feeling stripped of any self-control I have left when I am with him. And for the life of me, I can’t understand why I feel drawn to him when I should be trying to keep my distance from him.We are bound by contrac
I walk inside Club Infusion with my hands curled into tight balls at my sides and make my way to the back, where my men are unloading the rest of the crates that arrived late last night. Dan is following a few paces behind me. Trex and five more of his guys are standing next to the truck, squabbling like a bunch of school girls, blaming each other for the unnecessary fuck up that has bought me to the Club and having to deal with them in person. What should have been a pretty straightforward arrangement has somehow turned to custard, putting me in a tight spot. And I hate it when people fuck me over because they are too incompetent to sort their shit out and complete the transaction smoothly.“My condolences about your father, Maverick,” Trex says the instant he sees me.I nod my head, biting my tongue as the words, ‘He’s where he belongs.’, burn the inside of my mouth. “What happened with my shipment?” I nod toward the crates left on the truck and ask him instead.“Arthur stuffed u
I lift my phone as I look away from the window and glance at the time.The day has already passed, and it's now evening. Maverick still hasn't bothered to return my calls. I've tried to contact him multiple times, and they all went to voice mail.I had to ask Lucy for his number, and she looked a little bemused as to why I didn’t already have it saved on my phone.“I don't mean to pry, Mrs. Quinn, but may I ask why you don't have Mr. Quinns number already saved in your contacts?” She asked as she reached into her apron pocket and extracted her phone.“This is a new phone and…”“Oh, say no more.” She muttered before she read me Mavericks' number out loud.If I had any idea that Maverick was going to ghost me, I would have asked to borrow her phone instead.I have this weird sense that he already has mine. Of course, he does…I bloody worked for him and wrote it down on my job application form. What's the point of having a phone if he isn’t going to bother answering my calls?Well, scr