LOGIN"Why were you all tensed?" Kyla asked Micheal as he led her through the hall."Nothing to worry about. Just that... Carlos might not be in the right mood. I know he asked you to come, but he just needed a few minutes.""What happened to him?" Worries swirled in her chest."You should ask him," Michael said.Ask Carlos? That man barely tell her a thing."Uhm. I'm hoping you won't breathe a word to Chelsea about this. I have my reason." She knew Micheal already figured out what was happening."What happened here stays here. That's the rule," he said, and a silent relief washed over Kyla.Though she wanted to ask a few more questions, but she pressed her lips tight.She decided to see Carlos first and know what happened to him.Michael halted before a sleek door and pressed a button."Hey man. Kyla is here to see you."Silence. Then Micheal subtly glanced at his wristwatch and waited for a few seconds before twisting the door open. Kyla peeked in eager, her eyes immediately searching th
KYLAElizabeth acted like a bitch today.Kyla wasn’t sure she would ever refer anyone as that but Elizabeth sure was.After handing her a pile of work to finish in an impossible amount of time, Kyla not only felt her body ache, she discovered Elizabeth had shifted the social event meant for next week to today, just to make her miss it.Was it to punish her for missing two days? Or something else entirely?“I hope we get along.”Those words echoed in Kyla’s head accompanied by the sick twist of Elizabeth’s lips she now hated.She didn’t know what Elizabeth truly meant, but with the way things were going, Carlos was slowly turning out to be right about her. Maybe this company wasn’t meant for her after all.She hated that. She’d worked too hard to reach this point, only to prove him right.Her throat tightened at the thought of seeing him tonight—at the club. The idea had been lodged in her mind all day, making her heart race for reasons she didn’t want to admit.Honestly, if it hadn't
Carlos’s jaw locked as he stepped into the hospital. His muscles twisted in disgust.He hated the sterile smell and the brightness of every corner.It took everything in him not to turn and leave, but he needed to do this himself or he might lose the only chance of finding answers.The female receptionist’s face lit up the moment she saw him. She tugged the hem of her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage.“Hello and welcome to St. Malcolm’s. How may I help you today?” she purred with a practiced sweetness that grated his nerves.Carlos didn’t answer right away. He scanned the surroundings again.It was a small hospital, tucked into a part of the city that took effort to find.But his investigation had led him here, so he had to trust his gut.“I’m looking for Dr. Harlow,” he said at last, voice flat, cold.Her lashes fluttered. “Dr. Harlow? He’s with a patient right now, but I could—”“Tell him this man will burn this hospital if he doesn’t show his ass.”The change was instant. Her
CITYChelsea groaned awake, stirring to the other side of the bed. She swept her blonde hair backward and sat up. The sheet slipped down and exposed her naked frame. A gasp escaped.“What the fuck?”She tried to remember what happened last night. She recalled going to meet Simon to track Kyla and then Michael showed up.They argued over something stupid in the car, and she insisted she wanted to be alone at a bar. Got drunk. And…“I kissed him?” She muttered in shock.The bathroom door creaked open, and Micheal stepped out while drying his hair. His chest was exposed down to the V line below his smooth torso, where a towel hung around.Even though a storm of panic swirled in her chest, she wanted to drool over his hot morning look.He paused when he saw her.“Hey, you're awake.” Chelsea went pale. “What the actual fuck, Mike?”He frowned. “What?”“I didn't know you could…” The words stuck. “Our parents are getting married, and this happened.”“Wait… wait… wait.” Micheal stopped he
KYLAThe air turned tense, and despite the cold weather, Kyla felt a rush of heat climbing up her spine. She wasn't sure what shocked her the most. The fact that Taylan admitted he doesn't want to move or Carlos’s threat. They glared at each other, and she knew this wasn't going to end well.“Okay, stop.” Kyla snapped, but the gaze didn't break. So she slipped out the narrow space before her and Taylan and stood between them.“Guys,” she raised a brow at Carlos. “Don't do whatever you're thinking. The rain won't have some red and warm company,” then she faced Taylan with a disappointing look. And I'm going to sleep.”Guilt flashed in Taylan's eyes; he seemed ready to apologize, but she didn't want to hear another word. She was pissed at him.She walked past Carlos but halted when she recalled something, she turned and walked back to the man in glasses, who didn't budge. As she grabbed one of his large arms, he finally tore his deadly gaze from Taylan and settled a questioning one
KYLAKyla couldn’t sleep. Her frame kept tossing on her bed, with no position good enough to slip her away.It wasn’t because of her father anymore, but him. Carlos. It’s been hours since it happened, yet she could still feel it. The way his mouth devoured her, tongue swiping at the bottom of her lip after grazing them hard with his teeth. The feel of his sandy beard against her cheek, not to forget how wetness pooled in between her legs the moment he groaned into her mouth.That moment was the kind of fire she’d never get over. For the first time he had finally cracked, but something bigger now stood before her. The damn rules. A man like Carlos was dangerous; that she could tell, and she didn’t want to get herself entangled with his business even though she was dying to know his story.She’d wanted to get answers from his mother before, but she disappeared, only calling her once she was away for a while.Why do his rules hit her harder than they should? Especially the last one.J







