Todos os capítulos de HIS FIANCEE'S UNCLE IS MY ALIBI : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

NICOLE'S POV Kevin led me down the hallway to his office.It was large and elegant. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A desk made of dark wood. Bookshelves filled with leather-bound volumes. It wasn't close to my office at my company, but it was good enough for a CSO. And in the corner, a second desk had been placed."This is where we'll be working," Kevin said, gesturing around the room. "I had them set up a desk for you. I hope it's okay."I looked at the desk. It was nice and clean. With a computer, a phone and a blank name plate. “The name plate will be fixed tomorrow.” He added. I felt something in my chest tighten. "Thank you," I said quietly.Kevin smiled. "Of course."He extended his hand. “I haven't officially introduced myself to you. I'm Kevin Harrington. I went to Harvard for undergrad and Wharton for my MBA. I also have a law degree from Yale. I know that sounds like a lot, but I promise I'm not as boring as my resume suggests."I laughed. "Nice to meet you, Mr Kevin. I'm Nic

ADRIAN'S POVJocelyn sat on my desk, Her legs draped across my lap. She had kicked off her shoes an hour ago, and now her bare feet rested against my thighs while she talked, her hands moving through the air as she described her trip.I ran my palm along her calf, slowly, my eyes never leaving her face as she spoke. "...and the photographer was insufferable. He kept picking on every pose I did like I was an amateur. He was so annoying, and I wanted to push him off the cliff."I kissed her ankle. "You should have.""I almost did." She grinned. "But then I remembered I was being paid six figures."I laughed quietly.This was what we were. Had always been. Since high school, when we were two bored rich kids who discovered that sex was more interesting than homework. Through college, when everyone assumed we were dating, and we laughed at the assumption. We both wanted sex and no commitments. We were perfect for each other. Until her parents got her into an arranged marriage, after col

NICOLE'S POV Jocelyn was bent over his mahogany desk, her fingers clutching the edge so hard her knuckles had gone white, papers scattering beneath her palms like fallen leaves. Adrian stood behind her, shirtless and his trousers pulled down, the broad expanse of his chest was slick with sweat, every muscle carved like marble as he drove into her with a ferocity that stole the breath from my lungs.The sounds made my chest tighten. Jocelyn's moans weren't the polite, restrained kind I'd heard in movies. They were raw. Animalistic. They reverberated off the walls of the study and burrowed into my skull, and I couldn't, I couldn't look away.Adrian's hips snapped forward, relentless, punishing, and Jocelyn cried out his name like a prayer. She felt like she was in pain but enjoying the pain. My body shivered.Not from cold but from a sensation that started in my core and radiated outward until my fingertips tingled and my knees grew weak. I had never been touched like that. I've neve

NICOLE'S POV “Adrian!” I panicked. He was underwater with his eyes closed. His body was suspended, arms loose at his sides, face tilted toward the surface.I froze.For one horrible moment, I thought he was dead.I swam toward him, quickly. My heart was pounding. I reached for his shoulders, ready to pull him up, ready to scream for help…His eyes snapped open.He straightened and surfaced right in front of me. His hair was slicked back. Water streamed down his face. He looked completely calm. “W…what the hell is this? What are…you doing?” I stuttered, totally shaken. "What are you doing here?" he asked.I felt my face burn. "I—" I swallowed. "I thought you were drowning."“I was just relaxing.” He tilted his head. Something flickered in his eyes. "Were you scared of losing me?" He smiled. “I must be doing something right if you're scared of my death.” "It's a normal human feeling to be worried about someone in danger.” I turned away. “I actually don't care if you die.” I start

NICOLE'S POVI was coming back from lunch to continue my already annoying day. The elevator doors slid open, and there he was. Elliot Vane. Stepping out like he owned the building. He looked calm and collected like he had no problems in the world, like he hadn't destroyed my life and called me a whore in public. My blood ran cold.My feet stopped moving. My hands curled into fists at my sides. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe.It had been a month since I had seen his face.The day I faced the biggest betrayal of my life from the person I trusted the most. My heart clenched as the memories of his engagement kept rushing in and I remembered how I was dragged out of his engagement party like garbage while he had another woman in his arms. He walked towards me with that same face and aura that once made my heart race. But now, looking at him, all I felt was pure and uncontrollable anger. After I realised that he might be the reason why I ended up like this in the fir