All Chapters of Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JUSTINAI woke with a start.I was disoriented, given I had just woken up from the kind of sleep that swallowed you whole and spat you back out somewhere you didn't recognize.The clock on my nightstand read one in the morning, and for a second I just lay there blinking at it, trying to remember when exactly unconsciousness had won.I peeled myself out of bed, tiptoed down the hall, and cracked Adonis's door just enough to check on him. He was sprawled diagonally across the mattress, lion still tucked under one arm, and mouth open in that boneless way kids slept when nothing in the world had caught up with them yet. I wondered, for half a second, whether he'd woken at some point and gone back down on his own, then decided he'd probably just been as wrung out as I was.A day like that would flatten anyone, let alone a child running on adrenaline and fried dough.I eased his door shut and figured, since sleep clearly wasn't done being unpredictable with me, I might as well use the time

JUSTINAHis hand tangled deeper into my hair, fingers spreading against my scalp with a pressure that was entirely possessive and made no apology for it, and I melted into it before I had finished deciding to. The sound I made against his mouth was not a sound I recognized as mine. The kiss had turned hungry somewhere in the last few seconds, days of carefully managed distance finally catching fire all at once, his tongue sliding against mine and tasting of the coffee he'd had earlier and something darker underneath that, something that made my knees threaten to stop being useful entirely.I reached for him blindly. My palms found the bare expanse of his chest, and the contact sent electricity straight up both arms, and I flattened my hands against him just to feel more of it. His skin was furnace-hot, the muscle beneath my fingertips firm and unyielding as I traced the ridges of his abdomen. He groaned into my mouth, a low vibration I felt in my teeth, and the sound traveled in a dir

JUSTINAThe couch cushions radiated leftover heat beneath me, while my skin prickled with the chill of drying sweat. Gregor's hand traced lazy circles along my back, but I sensed the tension creeping back into his shoulders, the slow return of awareness that reminded us we were still in the living room, and the world outside the windows kept spinning, indifferent to our pause."We smell like sin," he murmured into my hair. His voice had settled back into its lower register, though it still carried the roughness of what we'd done.I laughed, and the sound came out hoarse. "Is that your way of saying we need a shower?""It's my way of saying Adonis will wake up soon, and when he does, I would prefer he not walk into a living room that smells like his father spent the night debauching his mother. Finding your parents naked will definitely mess something up."The word debauching sent a new flush through me, wildly inappropriate considering how completely he had already done just that. I s

CLARISSAI woke up drowning.Not in water, but in my own devices, as I had drunk a lot. My stomach clenched before I could even gasp, a brutal spasm that pitched me off the mattress and onto the icy bathroom tiles. I barely made it to the toilet before last night's wine erupted, sour and scorching, wave after wave until my ribs throbbed and my throat felt scraped clean.I stayed there, my forehead glued to the porcelain, willing the room to steady itself. My head pounded in sync with my pulse, a relentless, punishing beat behind my left eye that turned every light into an attack. The tile numbed my knees. My mouth tasted of acid and faded glamour.When I finally trusted my legs, I rose slowly, clutching the sink for support. The clock on the counter glared 7:47. Morning, technically, though my mouth felt like something had crawled in and died overnight.I brushed my teeth twice, rinsed with mouthwash until my gums burned, and splashed water on my face, refusing to meet my own eyes in

JUSTINAButter sizzled in the skillet and browned at the edges, filling the kitchen with the smell of Sunday mornings even though it was only Saturday. I made crepes, a delicate task that left flour on the counters and eggshells in a bowl. Adonis always liked them with strawberries and powdered sugar. The work was careful and kept my hands busy, perfect for a mind that needed something steady as I tried to adjust to my new life.Gregor had left me wrapped in his shirt, the fabric much too big on me, as he went to wake our son with a tenderness I was learning to notice and treasure. I could still mentally put myself in his room and feel how nice it all smelled, especially the shirt he gave me, as I breathed in cedar and the warmth of him in the cotton, before I forced myself down the hall to put on clothes that didn't tell on me.Now I wore jeans, a soft blouse, and an apron from the drawer that read "Kiss the Cook" in faded letters. I whisked the batter harder than I needed to, watchi