Se connecter“Paint me.” She said and immediately he looked up, his pupils dilated and he froze. “W..what.. you.” he stuttered, stumbling over his words despite his bear sized build and rough looks. “Why professor? You said you needed a muse, you didn't say you needed a dressed one.” She muttered, her lips curving into a smirk and then as his eyes raked over her naked body, she began to trace the contours of her shape. Slowly, her hand slid downwards massaging, caressing and working her body and then it finally stopped right between her legs. As she made to speak, the door slammed open and she watched two other hulking figures saunter in, their shoulders trembling. In their eyes, she saw anger, possessiveness and lust that made her both hot and scared at the same time. *** Christiana is in no way what one would call a saint. She was the brattiest and craziest firecracker. So when one of the features of her fantasy makes an appearance, you cannot expect that she would not want to live out her fantasies. Especially when suddenly she has to live in the same house as the man of her fantasies. Christiana had three problems. One, her parents were suddenly involved in an accident, leaving her in both despair and debt. Two, Her father's closest friend suddenly asked her to move in with him. Three, Her father's best friend is in fact none other than the star in her fantasies. As if that's not enough, she also has to tackle two hockey brothers who would do anything to claim her as theirs. Maybe, her problem is more than three. Fuck that, three is the right number. Three hot men who make her body burn like never before. What will Christiana do?
Voir plusChristiana walked away from the courtyard with her hands shoved in her pockets, her mind replaying the confrontation. Noah's shoulder slamming into hers. Jess's venomous accusations. And that other guy, the quiet one, who had looked at her like he could see straight through her skin.She found a bench near the library and sat down, watching students pass by. Most of them were in groups, laughing or complaining about assignments. Normal. Easy. She envied them for reasons she did not want to examine too closely.Two girls walked past, their voices carrying."Did you see them? Both of them were there.""Of course they were. Wherever Noah goes, Asher follows.""Or the other way around.""Either way, that girl was stupid for getting involved. Everyone knows you don't mess with the Vale brothers."Christiana's head snapped up. Vale brothers. She watched the girls disappear around a corner, their conversation fading. So they were related. That explained nothing and somehow made it worse.Sh
Christiana woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows. For a moment, she forgot where she was. Then it came back. The funeral. The rain. Julian's house. She sat up and found her face felt tight from dried tears, but the ache in her chest had dulled to something manageable.She showered, dressed in jeans and a fitted sweater from the closet, and went downstairs. Julian was in the kitchen, coffee already made, looking like he had been awake for hours. He wore slacks and a button-down shirt, his hair still damp from his own shower."Morning," she said, sliding into a chair at the counter.He glanced at her briefly. "Coffee?""Please."He poured her a cup and set it in front of her without meeting her eyes. She watched him move around the kitchen, noting the careful distance he maintained. It reminded her of last night, the way he had retreated when she stepped closer."Did you sleep well?" he asked."Well enough." She took a sip of coffee, letting the warmth spread through her
Recognition came slowly, then all at once. Christiana blinked water from her eyes and stared at him. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes that had always seemed to see too much. Julian Frost. Her father's best friend. The man who used to visit their house when she was younger, who would sit in the study with her father for hours discussing business she did not understand.The man she had stupidly, hopelessly crushed on when she was sixteen.Her stomach twisted. Of all the people to appear now, it had to be him."I know who you are," she said, her voice flat."I thought you might." He kept the umbrella steady above them both. "Do you want to go back inside?"She looked at the funeral hall behind her, where people were probably still talking about what she had done. "No.""Then come with me."She should have asked where. Should have questioned why he was here at all. But exhaustion pulled at her bones, and the rain was cold, and she had nowhere else to go. So she nodded.He led her to a blac
The funeral hall was too bright. Christiana stood near the entrance, dressed in black, her hair pulled back in a way that made her look older than twenty-one. People filed past her in a steady stream, each one offering words that meant nothing."I'm so sorry for your loss.""They were wonderful people.""If you need anything at all."She nodded at each of them, her face blank, her responses automatic. Thank you. I appreciate it. Yes, they will be missed. The words came out smooth and rehearsed, like lines in a play she had not auditioned for.Three days had passed since the phone call. Three days of police reports and paperwork and funeral arrangements that she handled alone because there was no one else to do it. Her parents had been only children. No siblings. No extended family that mattered. Just her.She moved through the hall, watching people gather in clusters. Some of them she recognized from her parents' business dinners and charity events. Others were strangers wearing expen






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