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
“You would if you saw my work hours,” she replies. “It doesn’t leave much time for a social life.”“But you’ll make time now,” I say with a little more force than I’d intended. But I remembered she’d said she liked a man who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to say it.“Secure a rescue for us, a
I give her one of my best smiles back. “Maybe…”“Ha, I knew it.”I grin at her. “You knew what?”“Just another rich, good-looking, bad boy.”My grin broadens, “So, you think I’m good-looking?”She gives a sly chuckle as she looks away. “In your own words, you turn heads, and you know it.”My gaze li
I nod, press the button. "Hello, if anyone can hear me, this is Grayson Bennett. Our plane went down, and we're in need of rescue."Her gaze shifts to me, a mix of hope and fear playing in her eyes. But the radio gives us nothing in return. Just that endless, empty static.I repeat my message three
The sharp pain catches me so off guard that I gasp, my hand flying to cradle my swollen belly. It feels like a giant fist has grabbed my womb and is squeezing the life out of it. So, this is what a contraction feels like.Declan is quickly at my side. "Are you all right?" he says, gripping my hand.







