บททั้งหมดของ Queen of the West: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I got home from work, the tension of the day still clinging to me. I dropped my bag on the couch as I spoke on the phone with Richardson. I had to update him on my progress in gathering information about Liam. I told him everything I discovered about his new hotel. Richardson also had new and valuable information about one of my father's leading and old suppliers from South America.After my parents died, Don Antonio had laid everything out for me—the business partners, the suppliers, the clients. He showed me who my parents worked with and who they trusted. But after their deaths, those deals vanished almost overnight. Most of the partners backed out, too wary to keep working with a family whose power had crumbled and were suddenly killed.For five of the ten years I spent under the Don's guidance, I studied those old connections. I learned who my parents' true allies were. The Don tried to help me rebuild, to regain some of the partnerships my family had lost, but it was a hard stru

The rush of satisfaction as I watched Liam's jaw tighten felt good. His eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and desire. The way he looked at me like he was on the verge of losing control, made the teasing game I'd started all the more enjoyable. It was dangerous, I knew, but there was something thrilling about keeping him right at the edge, never quite letting him have what he clearly wanted.I had to bite back a smile when he leaned in, just close enough that I could feel his breath against my lips. His eyes darkened, and I knew he was about to kiss me—about to break that final barrier between us. But before he could, I glanced down at my tablet, lifting it between us like a shield."Oh, it's an alert from Mr. Romano, your accountant," I said, feigning innocence as I stepped back, glancing at the notification.Liam cursed under his breath, eyes narrowing as his hand clenched into a fist at his side. I knew he hated the interruption—especially during this—but business came first,

MONIQUEThere was a raging fire in my mind—a violent battle between reason and raw desire. My body screamed louder than my thoughts, overwhelming any sense of logic or restraint. Every nerve burned under the weight of his touch, and it was like I was losing control, inch by inch.My blood felt like molten lava, heating me from the inside out, boiling me alive—body and soul, both unraveling with each second. His lips were hotter than I remembered, firmer, demanding more from me than I was prepared to give. The taste of him was intoxicating—sharp and wild, a mixture of danger and something I couldn't name but desperately craved.That first kiss that night had been a blur of alcohol-fueled lust, but this? This was different. This was deliberate. Raw. There was no hazy excuse to blame it on now. Every sensation, every taste, every touch—it was clear. Searing.His scent enveloped me, rich and masculine, almost woody and cinnamony. It wrapped around me like a noose, drawing me deeper into h

LIAMI sat at my desk, staring at Felix and Romano going back and forth about payments from clients, but my mind wasn't on the numbers. It was on her.Monique.I ran a hand through my hair, frustration creeping in as I tried—and failed—to shake her from my thoughts. I'd told myself it was just physical, just the thrill of the chase. But now, the high was different. She was different.The last time I'd felt this consumed, I had a line of coke in front of me. The rush, the immediate hit, the way it filled my veins like liquid fire. It used to make me feel invincible, unstoppable. And then it'd leave me in a wreck, crashing hard and craving more.Monique was becoming my new addiction.Every time I was with her, it was a rush—like that first hit, sending a jolt through me that I couldn't get enough of. But even when she wasn't around, she lingered in my system. The memory of her, the scent of her skin, the way she looked at me like she saw something beyond the surface, it clung to me. I c

MONIQUEI loved being in control. It felt good. Knowing I had almost gotten Liam nearly kneeling and under my charm felt even more amazing. I was going to use his developing feelings to my advantage rather than let them get to me simply because I reciprocated parts of those feelings.If I could have gotten him to follow me blindly to some place, claiming to have a surprise for him, it meant I was already on my way to getting him completely wrapped around my finger.His eyes followed the roll of my hips as I arched and leaned into him, my body brushing up against his, a soft smile tugging at my lips. This was my game, and I was playing it with all the finesse I had.But I couldn't make it too obvious—couldn't let him know that every touch, every brush of my fingers against his skin was leading him exactly where I wanted.With a playful grin, I pulled back just enough to make him lean in, chasing that connection. "Wait," I said softly, pressing a finger to his lips. "We need a drink."