FAZER LOGINEveline “Anybody seeing us would think you’re the one going under the knife in a few days,” Jonah commented as Eveline wheeled him out of the house to the van that was waiting for them. She stopped pushing the chair. “You’re the one who asked us to spend a day together, going over your old things.” She planted her hands on her hips. “What do you expect me to think? That you’re not dying?”He laughed heartily, patting his chest. “I’m simply clearing out old stuff, that’s all. You shouldn’t be worried about me, pumpkin. I’m stronger than a simple surgery. Besides, I’m in safe hands.”He was…in safe hands. And Eveline wouldn’t have clammy, sweaty palms if he hadn’t mentioned out of the blue this morning—while the three of them were having breakfast—that he wanted to go to his house and sort out the stuff in his basement. There were two categories, three, of people who randomly wanted to go through stuff that had been collecting dust for years. People who were moving across the count
Guiding her to lean back on the island, he slowly took her panties off, hooking her legs over his shoulders and pulling her hips to the edge. His hot breath teased her for a heartbeat before he dragged his tongue slowly from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, her back arching sharply as her fingers plunged into his hair, gripping tight. He groaned against her, the vibration sending sparks through her body, and sucked her clit between his lips before sliding his tongue in. “Mm…mmm…” A high, keen whimper broke out of her as Lucien thrust his tongue deeper, curling it against her clit as it slid in and out. Her whimpers were getting louder, echoing through the kitchen. He wanted to hear her—he wanted to know how far he could push her, but if Jonah was to come in—Lucien reached out, without slowing down, pressing two fingers against her lips. She took it as an invitation and took his fingers into her mouth, her tongue sliding up and down, before she sucked on them. The blood race
Lucien“Hi.”Lucien turned, with a glass in his hand, a smile lighting up his eyes briefly when he saw Eveline standing by the kitchen door. She was wearing his clothes, had bed hair, and looked very adorable. “Couldn’t sleep either?” She asked, walking in. “I spent the last hour staring at the ceiling and counting imaginary sheep. I don’t know which children's bedtime story said it’d work, but I need to have a word with the author because it’s never worked for me.”“The trick is to keep counting until you fall asleep,” he murmured, turning his head the other way to watch her as she walked to the cabinet. Fuck. She was so pretty. So fucking gorgeous. And her, walking around in nothing but his shirt that stopped pretty high on her thighs, wasn’t doing good for the thoughts he’d been brooding over. Eveline glanced over her shoulder as she opened a cabinet door. She arched her brow—calling his bluff without saying anything. “Did it work for you?”He laughed softly. “I stopped counting
Eveline Dinner at Lucien’s house was one thing. But she was seated across from him in an expensive restaurant that looked like it typically got booked months ahead…And to top that, he was looking a little too handsome for her to focus on the food in front of her. Plus, he hadn’t said anything for the entire thirty minutes they’d been sitting down. “Okay, fine.” Eveline dropped her spoon and folded her arms. “I give up.”Lucien looked worried immediately. “Is something wrong with the food? Do you want to order something else? A different bottle of wine? White instead of—“Waitttt—” she stopped his rambling, holding up a hand, laughing at how slightly nervous he looked. Lucien Roswood didn’t get nervous about anything. “I didn’t say the food was bad. In fact, I think it’s amazing. And I’m sure the bottle of wine, with a name I’ll butcher if I try to pronounce it, costs as much as it tastes.”He nodded slowly, his brows furrowed. “You said you give up.”“Yup,” she nodded. It was her t
Lucien Patrick slid an envelope over to Lucien, his baseball cap pulled low over his face as usual. He sighed as he leaned back, his fingers crossed and his palms touching like he was praying. Then he shook his head. “Someone should take him out. I know you want to do this by the law—“The law?” Lucien arched a brow as he opened the envelope, taking out the document inside. He looked at Patrick. “Who said anything about the law?”“Really?”Patrick leaned closer, glancing around suspiciously, before turning back. He cupped his mouth, his voice dropping to a whisper, “I know someone. He does a clean job. It’s in and out—unless you want to make it look like an accident. Nobody’s going to trace it back to you.”Lucien’s second brow joined the first one. “A hitman?”“Eh,” Patrick wriggled his hand. “I wouldn’t use that word. Besides, he likes to call himself the,” he glances around again, “The Caretaker. He handles everything cleanly. You won’t find a single spec of DNA.”Lucien sat back
Eveline Eveline staggered back into the house, her pupils wide and her lips refusing to close. Shane looked like hell—his shirt was wide open, his chin was completely covered with a thick, unruly beard, and his hair was matted. “You didn’t come to see me,” he hissed, taking slow steps towards her. His eyes were bloodshot, and she could smell the booze on his breath. When did he get out of jail? Did Gerald finally find the right string to pull? “Me!” He slammed his chest with his hand as his mouth curled into a frightening smile. “Your fiancé! You let me rot in that…in that—” he pointed over his shoulder, jabbing his finger in the air. “Place,” he spat. “What were you doing while I was away?” He demanded. “Fucking other men? Huh? Did you bring them here? Is that why you wouldn’t share a room with me? Because you wanted to bring men over so you could fuck them?!” The veins bulged across his face as he raged, shaking his fist at her. Eveline felt cold sweat trickle down
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and Eveline rushed out, panting softly. She’d run through the parking lot—from the free spot she found to park her car, through the hospital lobby, narrowly avoiding a man in a wheelchair and an IV hooked to his arm, barely making it into the elevator be
Eveline pinched the card between her fingers as she spun around, hiding it behind her back. Her heart thumped behind her ribcage, and from the way he was staring at her, she was almost certain he could hear it. Lucien’s lips twitched with a flat smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s not how yo
Eveline Belinda pulled Eveline into a storage room, closing the door with a soft thud. She placed a finger to her lips before Eveline could speak. “Shh.” She opened the door again, a small crack, peeped through, and closed it slowly so that it wouldn’t make the slightest noise. Then she sighe
“Miss Storm.” Eveline stood rooted to the spot as he walked into the room, a polite smile on his lips. He walked over to her, stretching out his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Roswood. I’ll be handling your father’s case.” She couldn’t say a word. Her lips wouldn’t move and her brain wen







