Johnny sits across from former Miss Yena Ruiz. She looks terrible. Her long dark hair was pulled back from her face and pulled into a messy bun. She has dark circles under her eyes and doesn't eat much either. The lack of food kept her in the hospital for another 72 hours, but they couldn't keep her once she decided she wanted to leave. Agent Sloan was also in the room. The revelations of the case were hard to swallow for her, too, and Johnny wished there was some way to comfort her without misleading her into thinking he was seducing her. She went to his room after visiting Yena at the hospital, and learned about his last conversation with Yena. They discussed the case for a while, but then she wanted to talk about the night they had sex, and he had to tell her frankly that it was just a one-night stand. She called him a coward. He called her even worse. “Is this the last piece of paper?” Anne Caliph asked. “Yes,” Johnny said. “Once you step out of this room, you will be Anne Cali
It's just a feeling, but I've been feeling it for a while. Someone is following me. I contacted Kudo, and he seriously sent some scouts to see if I was in danger. He was supposed to see me in a few days, in the name of investigating a fake case. During that time, he wanted me to behave normally. He didn't want my stalker to find out I knew.Kudo said he had heard several reports of people targeting Raymond's allies. Raymond has been missing for over a year and his government is not happy about it. They think the FBI has something to do with his disappearance. Of course they have no proof. Kudo didn't seem too upset about that, though. The culprit is clearly an unknown person. He freed eighteen women from sexual slavery.When I first heard the news, I immediately thought it might be Eric, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by someone. Kudo didn't say it, but I think he might as well suspect Eric. It showed in the way he asked if I was likely to know who the person was or if s
She needs a man.The best person is to have $150,000 left over to share.Carina Scodelario stared at the small bonfire she burned herself in the middle of her living room floor and wondered if she had completely lost her mind. The piece of paper in her hand contained all the qualities she dreamed her soulmate would have. Loyalty. Intelligence. Sense of humor. A strong sense of family and love for animals. And a solid income.Most of her ingredients are being boiled. A hair from a family member – her brother is still angry. A combination of aromatic herbs – will probably give him a gentle personality. And a small bar for... uhm, she hoped it wouldn't deliver what she feared.Taking a deep breath, she threw the list into the silver bucket and watched it burn. She felt like an idiot casting a love spell, but she had no other choice and so little to lose. As the owner of a philosophy bookstore in trendy New York City, she allowed herself to accept the fact that it was ironic. It is like s
Carina gritted her teeth. Why is she always criticized for her choice of New York's football team? "The Mets have their own heart and personality, and I need a man who can root out lowliness. I won't sleep with a Yankees fan.""You're desperate. I'm giving up," Anna said. "Number two: love of books, art and poetry." She paused to think about it, then shrugged. "I accept. Three: believe in monogamy. Very important on the list. Number four: want children." She looked up. "How many kids?"Carina smiled at the thought. "I want three. But that's for the two of you to decide. Should I specifically put how many people on the list?""No, Mother Earth will make it right." Anna continued. "Number of years: knowing how to communicate with a woman. A very good thing. I get sick of reading about Venus and Mars. I've read the entire series and still haven't found a reason. Number six: love animals." She groaned. "It's as bad as the Mets!"(Venus and Mars: There is a very famous book called Men are
Eric glanced around, satisfied with the results. His personal conference room always provides a business atmosphere, with the bouquets of fresh flowers that his secretary has placed in the center of the table showing a connection to his personal style, Among the elegant wine racks, the cherry wood surfaces shine with leather seats. The contract was already written, next to an elegant silver tea tray, coffee, and cakes. Formal, friendly – something that is reflected in the tunes of their marriage.He ignored the hole in his gut as he thought about meeting Carina Scodelario one more time. He wondered what she was like growing up. The stories his sister shared with him were portraits of an impulsive and reckless woman. He hesitated at first about Anna's offer – Carina didn't fit the image he needed. Unforgettable memories of a free-spirited child with an undulating ponytail always disturbed his thoughts, even though he knew she owned a respectable bookstore. He still thought she was An
He leaned closer to her, examining her. "Damn big money. Gambling debts huh?"An invisible wall fell between them. "No.""Or shop for a family?"Anger flared in her eyes. "They're none of your business. Part of the deal is that you can't ask me about the money or how I intend to use it.""Hmmm, is there anything else?""Where do we live?""My home.""I'm not giving up my apartment. I'll pay the rent as usual."Surprise shot through him. "As my wife, you will need a proper wardrobe. You will receive an allowance and be able to use my costume staff.""I'll wear what I want, when I want, and pay my own damn way."He fought against a smile. He almost enjoyed mind games, just like he did in the old days. "You will be the mistress of my business relationships. I have a lot of contractual arrangements in the works, so you have to show off to the other wives.""I can handle keeping my elbows off the table and smiling at their stupid jokes. But I need to be free to run my own business and enjo
Eric stared at the woman standing in front of him and tried to swallow. Her deep voice even conjures up fantasies of fire, demanding and ... full of rumbling. He let out a curse and took another sip of coffee, trying to buy time. Her whole attitude screams sex. The innocence of the past has been burned away and left to be a completely woman with purely female needs. He wondered what kind of man would satisfy those needs. He wondered how her plump breasts would feel in his hands, or what those lips would taste like under his. He wondered what she was wearing under that tight red dress."Eric?""Hmmm?""Did you hear me?""Yes. Sex. I promise you'll never find yourself in an awkward situation.""So, you're telling me you still intend to sleep with Gabriella?""Gabriella and I are in a relationship.""But I won't marry her."Tension enveloped the air around them. He took a few steps away, desperate. "It's not that kind of relationship.""Hmmm, that's interesting. So you're saying that I c
Carina was perplexed by the silence that fell between them in the black BMW. Her future husband also seemed uncomfortable, and he chose to focus his energy on his MP3 player. She tried not to wince when he finally chose to play Mozart's music. He really likes music without words. She almost shivered again when she thought of sharing the same place with him. In. Near the. A year. "Do you have any of the Black Eyed Peas?" He looked confused by the question. "To eat?" She suppressed a groan. "I would pick a few more classic discs. Like Sinatra, Bennett, Martin." He remained silent. "Eagles? Beatles? Just shout if those names sound familiar."His shoulders stiffened. "I know who they are. Do you like Beethoven?" "Forget it." They went back to silence over the piano music. Carina knew they were both stressed as the distance to her parents' house shortened. Playing the loving couple is not going to be easy when they can't even have a two-minute conversation. She decided to try again