Todos os capítulos de Too Curvy For The Crown: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

FreyaEzra ran through the front doors of the estate and stopped in the middle of the entrance hall with his mouth open."Mommy." He turned in a slow circle, staring up at the ceiling. "Mommy, is this a castle?""It's not a castle, baby.""It has stairs that go up and up and up." He pointed. "Castles have those."Ronan crouched beside him. "It's not a castle, but there's a garden out back with a tree that's perfect for climbing. Want to see it?"Ezra looked at me for permission, and I nodded, and he grabbed Ronan's hand and started pulling him toward the back of the house, already talking about how high he could climb, and Ronan let himself be dragged with an easy laugh, and I watched them go and felt grateful and uneasy at the same time.I stood in the hallway and looked around at the high ceilings and the security cameras and the guard standing quietly by the front door, and I waited until Ezra was out of earshot."Old family money?" I said.Ronan glanced back at me. "Something wron

FreyaI didn't breathe until his footsteps passed.I was pressed flat against the wall inside the restroom with my hand over my mouth, my whole body shaking so hard my knees kept buckling. Sable was howling inside me, pulling at me, trying to get me back into that hallway toward him, and I held on to the sink and told her no, over and over, no, no, no, until his scent faded and the corridor went quiet.I waited five more minutes, then I opened the door and checked both directions and walked to the elevator on legs I could barely feel. The lobby, the parking garage, my car. I got inside and locked the doors and put my forehead against the steering wheel, and I sat there shaking for a long time.Alaric Thorne. The Lycan King. Twenty feet away from me in a corporate hallway, five years after he left me on his study floor.Why was he there? What was the Alpha King doing at Blackridge Holdings? Was he a client, an investor, did he own it? I couldn't stop the questions and none of them made

FreyaI stopped walking.His footsteps stopped behind me, and the garage was so quiet I could hear us both breathing, and Sable was pressing forward so hard my chest hurt, and I stood there with my back to the most powerful man alive and made a decision.I was not going to run from him. Not again. Not ever again.I turned around.He was standing six feet away, his mask still on, his suit jacket unbuttoned, and in the harsh fluorescent light of the parking garage he looked less like a king and more like a man who had followed a woman into a concrete box because he couldn't help himself. Good."Sir, the gala is over," I said, and my voice was calm and professional and it didn't shake at all. "If you have feedback on the event, you can send it to my assistant and she'll pass it along."He didn't move. He reached up and pulled his mask off, and the full force of his face hit me without warning. Five years had changed him. His jaw was sharper, his cheekbones more defined, and there were fa

FreyaThe weekend after the gala, I found Ronan staring at his phone in the kitchen, and he didn't hear me come in."Everything okay?" I asked.He looked up too fast, and for half a second something crossed his face that I couldn't read, and then it was gone and he smiled like nothing happened."Fine. Just work.""You've been staring at that phone for quite a few minutes.""It's a lot of work." He pocketed the phone. "How was your day?""Ezra told his tutor that fractions were a scam."Ronan laughed, and it sounded real, but his eyes kept drifting to the counter where his phone sat, and I noticed."Mommy!" Ezra came skidding into the kitchen in his socks, nearly wiping out on the tile, and Ronan caught him by the shoulder before he hit the cabinet. "Mommy, guess what. Guess.""What, baby?""I'm going to be a knight for the school play and I get a SWORD." He held up an invisible sword and swung it, nearly knocking over a glass. "A real one. Well…, foam. But it's still a sword.""That's

Freya We were on the road by seven, and Ezra was already bouncing in his booster seat asking how many hours it would take and whether there'd be a pool at the new place."I don't know about a pool, baby.""There has to be a pool. Every good trip has a pool.""We'll see."I had spent the whole night before packing and repacking, telling myself it was because Windmere needed samples and paperwork and my laptop with three different chargers, but really it was because I couldn't sleep, and packing gave my hands something to do besides shake.Ronan drove, and he had that same careful stillness he'd had since the night he told me about the woman and her family, checking the mirrors every few minutes, taking a route the GPS didn't suggest, and twice he doubled back through a neighborhood for no reason I could see."You missed the turn," I said the second time."I know a better way.""The app says this way's faster.""The app doesn't know everything."I watched him do it and didn't push furt