Masuk“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
Three years later…Gray clouds loom overhead as the prison gates creak open, a cold reflection of the turmoil inside me. The past three years have been a crucible, melting down my façade, revealing the flawed core beneath. My therapist, with her steady gaze and even steadier patience, has been my gu
I meet his gaze and try to ignore how my heart leaps with him standing so close to me. The wing of a hawk tattoo peeks out from the bottom of his t-shirt sleeve, adorning those ripped biceps. I swallow in a dry throat. “Yeah...if I can fix a CB radio, I think I can manage to pull a trigger.”Grayson
Now, Gail approaches with a needy, desperate look in those pale blue eyes. She’s a pretty little thing but mostly annoying and useless in this situation. Back home, girls like her come a dime a dozen.“Are we moving off?” She looks around at our things. “I can get packed and be ready in a minute,” s
I wave my hand toward the shirt. “Well, now I know for sure you’ll come back,” I say with a playful smirk. “That’s a thousand-dollar shirt. You’d never leave that behind.”He shrugs. “I have fifty more just like it back at home, so…when I come back,” he gives me a killer grin, “it won’t be for any d







