Semua Bab A Deal With The Vampire CEO : Bab 1 - Bab 9

When Joachim slid his phone across the table to me with those harsh words,“ I should have known.”My heart skipped a beat. My stomach dropped. Had he found out that I was The Woodsman? If he finds out, I am doomed. This was the worst date ever. I should have objected when the idea was brought up, and now I am sitting here like a bereaved prisoner hoping it shouldn't be what I'm thinking.This is all your fault, Aunt Anna. I cursed under my breath as I swallowed my saliva, and then it happened before I could stop myself. My mouth refused to cooperate with my mind and I began to ramble like I was possessed m“It's not what you think,” I blurted out. “I'm not that kind of person. I'm a star agent, you know…” I said, swallowing hard. “Working with actors, and you see this date thing, it was completely my aunt's idea.”I was rambling. I could feel the words piling up before I could stop them, but I couldn’t help myself. I was dead broke and getting into another scandal wasn't something I

Joachim's pov.The phone call ended, and I sat in silence for a moment, letting Delilah’s words settle in my gut.“Do you know any other lawyer who could handle my case better? ” she had asked so politely it nearly sounded like a warning.I rubbed my temples, pushing down the frustration. The last thing I needed right now was to feel second-rate. I was supposed to be the best at what I did.My track record has made me a name in the legal world. But after the new judge, Maxwell Lark, took over for the former one, things changed.I’d become the lawyer who couldn't file a case, no matter how hard I tried. Always second, never first.And Delilah — she was starting to notice. She was looking at other attorneys now. And that hurt more than I wanted to admit.Frankly speaking, the question had pierced my heart like an arrow.And why wouldn’t she doubt me? Recently, I've come second in every major case. It wasn’t just the press that had it out for me, Maxwell Lark, too, just because of a ruin

Yvette's povThe look I gave Detective Harris was half board, half slightly irritated.“Are you going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to ask me something?” I asked. To be completely honest, I couldn't tell if I or he was having the worst day.He had been staring at me like I was supposed to confess that I had started the Salem witch trials.If I had known this could have happened, I could have played sick and, now with what had happened, I guess orange might be my favorite color soon.I sighed and a bit hard on the gum and Harris gave me a long look that made me want to swallow the gum.“You should be feeling remorseful, Moreno.”“Yeah,” I said dryly. “I should probably cry a swimming pool.”Harris's big, serious detective stare was obviously meant to look intimidating, and he raised an eyebrow, but I didn't flinch. It wasn't my fault though that I had to do what I had to do.Gosh!“It's hot in here.”He gave me another hard look.“You think this is a game Ms. Moreno?”I

So the deal's done.My hand is still buzzing where he touched it. It was cold. Not just winter-cold, but wrong like touching a statue. It just sucked the heat right out of me. Joachim Knight didn't just shake my hand, no, that was a branding. A final stamp. As if he was a king signing a death warrant or a life warrant. I'm still not sure which is worse. His grip was just this silent, heavy promise of all the control he had now. Then Harris—Detective Harris—shuffled back in and his face looked like he had gone to the locker room to cry.He really wanted me to go to jail.One minute he's a shark circling me, all smug and predatory and the next, he can barely look Joachim in the eye. He's standing all stiff, trying to look professional. It was actually kind of stunning to see power, real power, just radiating off a guy sitting perfectly still.Harris slides some papers across the table. The scrape was so loud in that quiet room. "Sign here," he says, "and here and here." Basically, it