LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
I turn around in the seat and tell her to shut the fuck up!They both stared at me indignantly believing their driver had lost his mind. I whip off my hat and let them get a good look at my face.“You two are responsible for killing Abigail’s mom in cold blood, it’s been twenty-seven years, but you
Two weeks after the death of Arthur Winchester, the Spring Galleria Ball is taking place at the Winchester estate. All the arrangements had been made prior to his death and it was decided to go through with it as planned to honor his memory and to make his daughter’s introduction to society in one g
“Gray,” I cry, practically leap into his arms, and he hugs me to him so tightly I can barely breathe. The pain medication must prevent him from feeling the pressure of my arms wrapped around him because he doesn’t even flinch or attempt to pull back. I don’t know how long we remain this way, oblivio
The harsh slap of ice-cold water jolts me awake. Once again, I’m hauled up onto my feet, my arms are raised and stretched tight above my head. The tension tightens as I’m pulled off my feet to hang from my bound wrists. My flesh burns from the searing pain inflicted upon me by the lash of the bullwh







