Maksim woke up before his wife. It was time to return to the gun range, but Camilla was so pretty when she slept, her lips slightly parted to let out soft breaths. He looked at his bandaged hand and back at her face. Everything he told her about hitting one of the men who came after them was true. Before killing that bastard, he made sure to find out who sent him. And in due time, he would visit Viktor and end him. A moan from the bed made his chest tighten. This was too strange for him. Was her affection a front for something else? And that fucking nightwear. She had to wear something more decent around him.Camilla stirred, her eyes fluttering open. It was too late to hide the fact he was staring, so he waited until she sat up. Those same lips that had cussed him out also asked about his wellbeing and his state of mind. How would they look around his cock? He loved and hated the sight of her mouth.“Stop gawking,” she muttered.How could he not? Her nipples had slipped out of her o

Alek’s office was huge. He seemed to be a man of space. A man who loved space but did nothing with it. Right now, Camilla was in a corner of his office, watching the sky. For the past hour, she had been in the same spot, legs crossed under her, and eyes on the window. Breakfast was quick, thanks to her award-winning performance. She threw up twice. Sticking her finger down her throat before the meal had made it easier. After a few bites of breakfast, she threw up. Once, at the dining. Again, when Alek was trying to get her away from the table.Her husband worked in silence behind her, except for the occasional clacking of his finger against the keyboard. He was too busy for her. She needed something to do. On her feet, she waved to get his attention. She promised him she would behave, but that was impossible without a distraction.“Can I get my phone?” “No,” he replied. “I’m bored.”&

It was late when Maksim finally returned to their room. The lights were still on, and Camilla was on the bed, the cover pulled to her waist. Getting a new phone had taken much longer than he planned. He couldn’t tell her they had destroyed her phone. The only one he had in his possession was the one he took from her at their first meeting. “You are awake,” he said. “I was waiting for you,” she replied. Maksim knew he was supposed to explain his lateness to her since they made plans for tonight, but he couldn’t find the words. Besides, he was late because he had to do something for her. He went to the mirror and ripped off his tie. His wife watched him, biting her lips as if contemplating. “Where were you?” she whispered. “Out.” Her head bobbed. “Did you forget?” “No. I got carried away.” “Are

Alex waved the book he was hiding at his back. “It’s time. You didn’t show up.” The annoyance fizzled out so fast, and a pathetic sigh escaped Camilla’s lips. In her husband’s hand was the copy of the dark mafia romance book they had been reading in his office. He brought the book to her.“I didn’t realise I was supposed to.” He shrugged. “I waited.” “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Dragging a chair from the table in the corner, he turned it backward and sat on it. “We can do that now,” he said, opening up the book on the top of the chair. His eyes roamed the room, settling on the tray on the bedside drawer. “You haven’t eaten.” “I’m not hungry,” she replied. “Did you eat breakfast?” A little. But she didn’t want to tell him that t

Camilla watched the time on her phone like a hawk. They had fallen into a routine she wasn’t ashamed to admit she loved. Their days always started with training, except on the Sundays they had to be in church for morning mass. Reading always came later in the day. But she hadn’t seen her husband since the morning training session of today. Would it be weird to say she missed him? Whatever the case, she was counting down the minutes until he showed up to read for her. But seconds rolled into minutes with no sign of her husband. His number was on her phone already, so she sent him a text.Both of them were delivered but unread. Camilla waited a few more minutes before stepping out of the room. Someone was walking past the door, and she almost bumped into them. She stepped back right in time, muttering her sincere apologies. “Camilla?” Her head jerked up. “Vanya.” A mix of emotio