Mag-log in"Racist?""Yes, Evelyn. Racist. You're a goddamn racist, insecure white woman. Looking Cora up and down like she's disgusting and then having the audacity to say how she's different than us." I scowl with disgust as I look down at her. "She's absolutely different than us, and there's not a goddamn t
He nods and frowns. "It's really frustrating."I sit up and place the glass on the table in front of me. I rest my elbows on my knees and let my forearms go limp in between my legs. "She's walking on thin ice with me," I admit, slowly pushing off my thighs to stand. "I'm working on taking care of it
There is decidedly nothing more perfect than Cora. Absolutely nothing. She's gracious. She's respectful. She's honest. She's trustworthy. And far be it from me not to mention how she's stunning in every sense of the world. So for Evelyn to be a frigid bitch to her is what perplexes the hell out o
"And the mess. Is everything—""It's all good, sir," Kenny interrupts. "Cora was quick to get it all cleaned up."There's a small pang in my chest as I hit the button for the penthouse. There's a part of me that wishes she hadn't finished cleaning. I want to see her again. Last night wasn't enough.
She shakes her head again and slowly looks at me. Her eyes are red and tear-rimmed. "No," she whispers.Okay, so what the fuck is it? "So then what's wrong?"She wipes her eyes. "I'm not sick either, and the kids are fine," she says. "I'm just... lonely. I think that's the best word for it."I frown
Evelyn doesn't reward bad behavior, as she shouldn't. She insists the kids go to their grandparents, and they protest like crazy, but have no choice but to submit when she drops them off on their doorstep and walks away. Mother and Father can handle their shit. I've done worse to them.But when she
My body wakes up earlier than I want. I look out the window and I see the subtle color change in the sky. It's at least almost seven or just after. My body is used to waking up about now, sometimes sooner. I don't get to sleep in nearly as much as I'd like to. I wondered if it's because I'm lonely.
Tonight, I'm questioning everything. As I steal glances at Cora in the helicopter, I see a joy in her eyes that wasn't there at the club and certainly not there earlier in the day at the hotel. There's a sparkle. I feel like her gorgeous copper eyes are glowing. If I could fly around for hours with
I spent the rest of the weekend trying to get Cora out of my system, and even harder last night doing just that, but the first fucking thing I see when I walk out of my master suite on my cellphone is her peach emoji ass as she pulls the cleaning carts from the elevator. Fucking eggplant emoji. I
"Let me show you around," I say. She nods and gestures forward. "Lead the way." I show her around the first floor, starting with the large living space that transitions to the dining room. I explain to her the kitchen is fully stocked and that she's welcome to anything during her stay. I show her







