LOGINTheodore
Her door was wide open.
I pushed through and stopped. A box was overturned near the kitchen counter, books scattered across the floor, her phone against the floor with the screen shattered and a chair knocked on its side. I was back on the street before I could think, glancing for any other sign of struggle.
Someone had attacked her.
"Help! Somebody help me!"
Eliana"Lia."His voice filled the small kitchen of my new apartment, low and rough around the edges. It had none of the confident swagger his voice used to have. Or maybe that just became a recording. "I don't know if you're listening to these. I don't know if you'll ever listen to them. But I keep..." He paused, exhaling slowly. "I keep picking up the phone anyway. I don't know what that says about me."I stood at the kitchen counter with my coffee going cold in my hand. My eyes were fixed on the window and the busy buzz on the streets of San Francisco filtered in through it."I miss you." His voice dropped. "I just... I miss you. That's all I called to say."The message ended.I stood there for a long second after, batting my eyelids so hard. Then I set my coffee down, picked up my apron from the counter, and w
TheodoreShe had her back to the door when I came in.The evening light cut sideways across the room, hitting the lilies on every surface. The smell of them reached me before I was fully through the door. It had been a week of having them sent every morning.Eliana was looking at her phone, legs crossed on the bed, hair loose. She heard me and the amused expression on her face turned into a blank slate.How much longer would we have to do this?"Stop sending more flowers. The ward is huge but the flowers everywhere are making it look too small." She nodded at the lilies surrounding the room.I set the food I had brought on the bedside table and pulled the chair close. "Eat.""You say that every time.""Every time because you haven't eaten yet."Her mouth pressed together bu
Third POVTheodore himself, still in his suit jacket from the meeting they had pulled him out of walked in to take in the scene. His eyes swept the room once and found Eliana on the bed, his daughter on the floor. He moved to Eliana without looking at anything else, his hands going to her face, her wrist, the torn IV line hanging loose and bloody from her arm.Maxwell was already on the floor with two men on top of him, face down, his cheek against the hospital tile, arms wrenched behind his back. He strained against the hold until the third man put a knee in his back and he went flat on the ground.Theodore sat on the edge of Eliana's bed and put both arms around her, tugging her into his chest. She dropped her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes.In the corner Serena sat on the floor with her back against the wall, both hands at her throat, her phone in her lap still recordin
Third POVMaxwell had to give it to them.Blackwell's PR team was good. Really good. He had watched them work over the past months and he had to admit, the way they pivoted the narrative, slowly and then all at once, pulling focus from the scandal and redirecting it toward some global launch was a smart move. The board had gone quiet. The investors had retreated, satisfied that they would be making money and all his schemes to take down Blackwell had ended flatly.He sat in his study with the lights off and his drink untouched, admitting to no one but himself and only because there was no one else in the room that he was losing.Everything he had built toward was falling apart. Leslie was in prison, The mole operation was gone. The legal fees he had paid for Leslie's case and the public humiliation of watching his daughter get dragged out of Serena Blackwell's house in handcuffs while half the
ElianaThe hospital ceiling was the same one as last time.I knew it before I fully came back to myself, that particular pattern of tiles and fluorescent light. Damn, I was becoming a regular at the hospital, wasn't I? First the fire incident, now getting my shit rocked in the alleyway by Damon.Everything hurts. If I hurt in one place, that would have been manageable. But everywhere hurts, my ribs when I breathe, my cheekbones when I move my face, my hands when I try to close them and my legs.I lay very still on the bed, keeping my eyes glued to the ceiling. When would the painkillers kick in again?Theo had brought me in. I remembered that much. The car, his arm around me, his voice talking to someone, then the lights of the emergency entrance, a wheelchair and hands that weren't his taking me away. I remembered him standing at the edge of whatever they were doing to me wa
TheodoreHer door was wide open.I pushed through and stopped. A box was overturned near the kitchen counter, books scattered across the floor, her phone against the floor with the screen shattered and a chair knocked on its side. I was back on the street before I could think, glancing for any other sign of struggle.Someone had attacked her."Help! Somebody help me!"Fuck, was that coming from the alleyway down the street? I raced down without thinking twice with Steve getting out of the car and following behind me."Eliana?!"I came around the corner and everything in me went cold and still. Damon had a metal pipe raised above his head, both hands wrapped around it. Eliana had her back flat against the wall with nowhere left to go, both arms up in front of her face."HELP-" 
Eliana"Who do you think Mr. Blackwell's dating?"Jenny fell into step beside me as we walked through the lobby Monday morning. Her eyes sparkled with excitement while I blinked, still half-asleep despite two cups of coffee.Had I hea
ElianaHe smacked my ass, groaning as he bucked eagerly inside me. I felt so full and stretched.God I had missed this."Move, baby," Theo growled and my thighs shook as I lifted up slowly, then sank back down. His eyes were loc
ElianaThis had better not be a dream.Theo's large hand moved up, cupping my neck from behind causing me to arch up to look at him.He was here. He was right here, touching me with those strong sexy hands, p
TheodoreI snatched the phone from Serena's hand faster than I meant to."It's no one."Her eyebrows rose. "No one texts that much."I slipped the phone into my pocket, my pulse hammering. She must h







