LOGINI step forward, launching myself directly into his embrace. The second my arms wrap around his shoulders, Tobias’s entire imposing, billionaire frame completely relaxes. He wraps his powerful arms around me, pulling me flat against his chest and hugging me so tight, burying his face into my hair, as
I am staring at the grand, sweeping marble staircase of the Moore mansion, desperately wishing I possessed the magical ability to combust into a cloud of harmless dust. Owen and I are standing side-by-side at the bottom of the steps, waiting for Tobias to make his grand re-entry. It has been exactl
I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do with my hands. The sheer, overwhelming weight of the truth crashes down on my central nervous system all at once. A massive wave of intense, trembling heat rushes up my chest, and my stomach violently convulses. My nerves a
At the far end of the gallery, Tobias Moore is standing completely still. His back is turned to us, his tall, imposing frame draped in a casual designer shirt as he stares intensely at a massive, heavily gilded family oil painting hanging on the center wall. "Tobias?" I call out softly, my steps sl
My smartphone is currently screaming at me from the nightstand, and I am actively attempting to suffocate it with a fluffy pillow. I am still tangled up in Owen’s ridiculously soft designer bedsheets, feeling like a human burrito. My head is pounding from yesterday's massive red wine intake, and th
I pick up my fork, taking a bite of the salmon. "Alright, fine. You win." As the quiet clinking of silver against porcelain fills the air, Tobias takes a slow sip of his black coffee, his expression entirely unreadable. "You’ve been remarkably quiet these past few days, Owen. No updates, no phone
"Alright, everyone! That’s a wrap on Scene 42. Take thirty, and when we come back, we tackle the finale!" Jeffery’s voice booms across the studio, and for the first time today, I actually let out a breath that doesn't feel like it’s being squeezed out of my lungs. My shoulders drop about three inch
Suddenly, the library is silent. I’m flushed against him, my hands resting on his shoulders for balance. He’s looking down at me, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. I can feel the warmth of his skin, the faint scent of expensive scotch and sandalwood fanning over my face. Our breaths are in
After Deckard is gone, I turn to the head of security, who is currently sweating through his jacket. "Call a meeting," I instruct. "I want to see every guard in this building, now." Ten minutes later, I’m standing in front of a line of men who look like they’d rather be facing a firing squad. "
Oh... fuck. That’s the only thought that manages to claw its way through the white noise of my panic as I look up at the gallery. Tobias Moore is leaning over the railing, staring down at me with complete disgust. I’m standing in a pile of crushed flowers, my chest heaving, and for a second, I fee







