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THIRTY THREE

Auteur: Fair_Child
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-31 19:09:18

JUSTINA

He kissed me like he had already decided how this was going to end.

There was no preamble, no hesitation, no room left for negotiation. One moment I was staring at him, and the next his mouth was on mine, immediate and consuming.

The problem was that my body responded before my brain could file a single objection. His hands framed my face, slid along my jaw, then settled at the back of my neck, holding me with a certainty that should have made me pull away.

But instead, heat spilled thr
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  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY FOUR

    CHARISSA"This is about my boredom," he corrected. "You interested me for exactly as long as it takes to eat a plate of octopus. After that, you're free to go back to starving yourself for people who'll forget you the moment a fifteen-year-old from Minsk walks through the door."The cruelty of it should have sent me straight back out onto the street. Instead I laughed, short and startled, because it was the first honest thing anyone in that industry had said to me in years, delivered without the softening people usually wrapped around insults meant to sound like advice."You're not very charming," I told him."I've never needed to be." He refilled my water glass without asking, an automatic gesture, the kind of thing a man did when he was used to managing tables full of people who couldn't manage themselves. "Charm is for men who need something from you. I don't need anything from you.""Then why buy me dinner?"He considered the question longer than I expected, his fork resting again

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY THREE

    CHARISSAShe didn't get me there. No one did. I booked editorial work, yes, the kind that paid in exposure and prestige rather than actual money. I stood in freezing studios wearing couture that I had to return immediately after the shoot, my nipples hard and aching beneath silk that cost more than my rent. I smiled until my jaw ached while photographers shouted at their assistants and makeup artists complained about matching foundation to my "unusual" undertones.I was still fresh meat by industry standards when I met Gregor. I was in the prime of my youth, twenty-something and hardly old enough to know what I was doing with my life, yet the industry had already decided I was over the hill. Sixteen-year-olds from Eastern Europe were edging me out, girls who didn't speak English but knew exactly how to look fragile, lost, and worth saving.The party was at a rooftop bar in Athens, some launch event for a watch brand that had hired me to stand near the product and look available. I was

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY TWO

    CHARISSAMy throat burned. I gagged again, fingers shoved so deep I felt my nails scrape the soft tissue at the back of my throat, but nothing came up except dry heaves and spit. The bitterness of the pills still coated my tongue, a chemical taste that made my stomach roll and clench uselessly."No," I whispered into the toilet bowl. "No, no, no."I tried again, forcing my hand deeper, pressing until my eyes watered and my jaw ached from being wrenched open. My stomach convulsed, a violent spasm that rocked my whole body forward, but only bile dribbled out, thick and yellow, burning my esophagus. The pills were already dissolving somewhere inside me, leaking into my bloodstream, and I could feel the clock ticking in my veins, each second carrying the poison further from my reach.I pulled my hand free, trembling, and wiped my mouth with the back of my wrist. The bathroom tiles were cold against my knees, but my skin felt feverish, clammy, and wrong. I needed to stand. I needed to get

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY ONE

    JUSTINA"Oh, please." Marina popped open her door, the hinges groaning softly. "You're doing a terrible job of hiding it."I followed her out, my sneakers scuffing against the concrete. The parking garage smelled of exhaust and a slight chill. Marina locked the car with a sharp beep and headed toward the elevator, her heels clicking steadily against the floor.She was right. I knew she was right.But that wasn't why my stomach was knotted, or why my hands wouldn't stop trembling inside my pockets. It wasn't the date.It was the ticking. The damn countdown.Victor's voice on the phone… I could still hear it… the way he'd said forty-eight hours as casually as if he were ordering takeout.We had already burned through two of those hours.I followed Marina into the elevator. The doors slid shut with a whisper, leaving me alone with my reflection once more, but this time in the polished steel. I looked pale and drawn, shadows gathered beneath my eyes that I was certain that even makeup cou

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SEVENTY

    JUSTINAI snatched my bag from the hook beside my bedroom door. The leather straps slid slickly across my palm, the skin still raw from the burn, still tacky with the gel Gregor had carefully spread over the blister.I was halfway down the hall when I spotted Adonis crouched beside the coffee table, lining up action figures I didn't remember ever buying. He arranged them with intense concentration, moving each one into place according to some private logic only he understood. His red shirt had ridden up his back, exposing the sharp, delicate points of his shoulder blades."Come here," I called.He glanced up.Those wide, trusting eyes caught me somewhere beneath the ribs.I dropped to my knees and pulled him into my arms, the hardwood pressing painfully against my knees. He smelled faintly of strawberry jam and that warm, clean scent children carried when they had only just woken up. I kissed his forehead and lingered there, my lips tracing the curve of his skull as though I could som

  • Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon   SIXTY NINE

    GREGOR"Should we even be doing this tonight? Giving them more content? A public dinner, cameras probably waiting outside, another headline connecting me to you by morning. I'm certain I am already the topic of conversation at Adonis's school, Gregor. Do you have any idea what that would be like, dropping off a seven-year-old and watching other parents pretend they're not staring?""It'll fade," I said it simply, because it was true and I wholeheartedly believed it, and because I needed her to believe it too. "Scandal has a half-life. In three weeks there'll be some other billionaire's messy breakup, some other model's meltdown, and everyone will have moved on to picking that apart instead. What matters right now isn't hiding from the cameras. It's what they actually see when they find us.""And what's that supposed to be?""Two people who aren't ashamed to be seen together." I reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, letting my hand linger against her jaw. "That's the wh

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