All Chapters of Falling for Danger : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Staring down at me with cold, ruthless eyes was Jillian Colbert. I felt my heart skip a beat as intense fear slowly threatened my being.Jillian did a once over and if possible, his eyes got even colder.“I'm supposed to marry this?” he asked, his voice cold as ice.“The woman you refer to as ‘this’ is standing right in front of you and you will be respectful,” the older man said sternly. Jillian’s glare intensified as he looked at me with pure hatred and disgust.He let go of my arm and briskly walked off.I released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. My whole body shook slightly as I recovered from the shock and fear that had had a hold on me not that long ago. “Don't worry, he’ll come around” the older man comforted.“How do you know?” I whispered, fear still evident in my voice.“Because he has no choice. I am his father after all”, the older man chuckled. This made me freeze one more time. ‘His father?’ I thought to myself. I turned around to have a good look at the m

I was shocked at first. It felt like my body had moved on its own. I don't know why or how I did it but I did. Jillian didn't move a muscle. We broke apart and he stared at me.I was hoping the earth would open up and swallow me but I don't see that happening anytime soon.I stood a few centimeters away and held my hands over my lips.“I'm so sorry” I immediately apologized. “I don't know what came over me”.Jillian still didn't say a word. His cold, calculating gaze was on me and I felt like an ant at that moment. I had completely forgotten about the gun still in his hand.I watched him as he averted his gaze, walked toward the dresser, dropped the gun, and walked back toward me. In the blink of an eye, his lips were on mine, capturing them in a heated kiss.After realizing what was happening, I kissed back with as much intensity as I could. One hand snaked its way around my waist and firmly grasped it while the other hand went around my thigh as he hoisted me onto his waist. I wra

The room still smelled like him.A mix of something expensive and dangerous, something I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to wash off.I sat in the dark, unmoving, lips tingling from his kiss. My heart was still racing—half in anticipation, half in confusion.Jillian Colbert didn’t say things he didn’t mean. That much, I was starting to learn.But he also didn’t say things to make you feel better. Which made his last words all the more terrifying.“You will be.”What did that even mean?I lay down that night, fully clothed, too wired to sleep and too drained to stay awake. I drifted in and out of dreams where his voice echoed like a warning, like a promise.I didn’t see him the next morning.Nor the afternoon.The mansion was cold and far too quiet, despite the house staff moving about like ghosts. I stayed in my room most of the day, occasionally stepping out just to feel less like a prisoner.I kept thinking about Alyssa. About how sure she was that she still belonged to him. How comfor

When I woke up, I was in his arms.It wasn’t a dream. I hadn’t imagined it.Jillian Colbert—the man who terrified me, confused me, and made my heart stutter in ways I wasn’t proud of—was holding me like I was something precious.I didn’t dare move. Not at first.His arm was draped over my waist, one leg tangled between mine, and his face was nestled in my neck. His breath, slow and even, warmed my skin.For a moment, I let myself pretend.Pretend he cared. That I wasn’t just a pawn. That last night hadn’t been some twisted form of mafia comfort or damage control after Alyssa’s visit.But fantasies are fragile things.And Jillian was always the one to break them.He stirred, then shifted away from me without a word. No kiss. No glance. Just silence as he got up, pulled on a white shirt, and adjusted his watch.Back to business.I sat up slowly, the coldness in the room now echoing the one I felt inside.“You’re leaving?” I asked softly.“Work.” He didn’t look at me as he answered. “Sta

The training room was colder than I expected.Sleek floors, black mats, steel shelves lined with weapons I wasn’t sure I wanted to learn how to use. Jillian stood near the center, sleeves rolled up, looking like sin with a holster clipped to his belt.“You’re early,” he said as I stepped in.“I couldn’t sleep.”He nodded toward the wall. “Pick your weapon.”My eyes widened. “You’re letting me choose?”“No,” he smirked. “But I wanted to see what you’d reach for first.”I walked slowly along the shelf, fingers ghosting over blades, brass knuckles, and a row of glinting pistols.I stopped in front of one with a black matte finish.“This one,” I said.“Beretta,” Jillian said behind me. “You’ve got good instincts.”“You sound surprised.”“I’m always surprised when people show me they’re more than they seem.”I turned to face him. “And what do you think I am?”He stepped closer. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”His nearness made my heart pound, but I covered it with a shrug. “Teach m