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Fate? Is that you? If so, fuck off.
“She won’t stop speaking in Russian.” God damnit, Ellie. It’s not funny. It really isn’t. But it’s never, “Wow, your daughter is bilingual!” It’s always, “Can you please tell her to stop speaking in a foreign language?”
Nope. The second I lay eyes on her, my shoulders tense. What I expected was an unattractive woman to nanny my child. What I got was a punch-to-the-gut beautiful woman with glowing skin, a sweet-as-sin voice, and a rocking body that curves in all the right spots.
“I sent you the address to my house. I need you there as soon as possible. If you can manage to handle the situation by the time I get there and keep me out of jail, then the job is yours.”
I have to mentally prepare myself for the things they’re going to say when they do see her, because whether or not I want to admit it, Sunny is fucking gorgeous. It’s part of the reason why I didn’t want to hire her.
I’d have to be blind not to be attracted to him. His green eyes rimmed with dark lashes alone are enough to lure anyone into his bed. I’m not anyone, though.
I take the jersey with me and throw it to a fan not too far from the bench. I’m not sure I trust myself to wear it after it touched Sunny’s body.
The guys referred to Sunny as a hot burst of sunshine—emphasis on the word hot.
Sunny snaps her head to me and jumps in front of Ellie. I’m taken aback with surprise from her sudden protectiveness over my daughter.
His green eyes narrow. “It wasn’t a question, Sunshine.”
Ellie leans in close to her dad’s ear. “Hold her hand, Daddy. She looks scared.” Great. A five-year-old is braver than me. Malaki steals Ellie from Rhodes’s arms and shoots him a devilish smile. “Yeah. Make sure you hold her hand.” Little does Rhodes know, I actually might need his hand.
Gaaaaahhh Ellie has my fucking heart and im giggling too now 🤣🤣
Rhodes Volkova is like a Pandora’s box. I suspect there are a lot of things going through his mind, but I’m too afraid to poke the bear.
He’s gruff, quiet, brooding, intimidating, and doesn’t show many emotions. Yet, with his fingers gripping my chin gently, it’s tempting to find out.
“Oh, I’m concerned, Sunshine.” His whisper is raspy, and my pulse quickens. “But not about the sa...
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“I’m going to kill you,” she hisses at her friend.
I take one look at Sunny on her knees with her lip pulled into her mouth. I’m going to respectfully ask her to kill me too.
She’s mature beyond her years—driven, determined, independent, and a ray of sunshine. When she enters a room and smiles, there’s a warmth that follows her. She has a vibe to her that’s alluring, making you crave it. She doesn’t even have to try either. It’s just her.
Khoroshaya devochka. I freeze at the explicit vision that fills my head. Did I just call her “good girl” in Russian?
I call her Sunshine, and she calls me Oscar. Total fucking opposites.
Oscar: I wouldn’t mind my sheets smelling like sunshine.
Swoooooning
I haven’t known Sunny for long, yet it feels like I’ve known her for a lot longer.
She looks pleased with herself. Her coy smile forces me to turn and head upstairs to rid myself of a lot more than a fucking hangover.
Permanent smile 🤣🤣🤣
Seriously? He has every right to change into something more comfortable, but doesn’t he know the rule about gray sweatpants?
🤣🤣🤣
For the first time since moving into his house, I go to sleep with my door cracked instead of closed. Which is huge.
It’s crossing a line, but barely, and aren’t lines drawn to be crossed?
His weathered face shows too much. He shakes his head and chuckles quietly. The word behave is the last thing I hear before shutting the door behind me.
“You’re acting like a chicken. So yes, I did just boc at you.” He straightens his back and rests along the leather.
I suck in a sharp breath when he leans into my space. “You should know that I love to prove people wrong, Sunshine.”
Rhodes towers over Simon with a look on his face that I can only describe as deadly. “She said stop.”
God damn, I am skating the line.
If I didn’t think it would be a step too far, I’d have her sit on my face. I’d love nothing more than to be fucking suffocated by her.
“Yeah, Sunny.” Rhodes places his cup on the counter. “How was the rest of your birthday?”
I choke on air. Apparently, he didn’t get the memo to never mention my birthday ever again.
But I’m waiting to be home with them. My hands tighten on the wheel. I mean, Ellie is at home waiting for me. Not Ellie and Sunny. I exhale. I’m fucked.
Run, malyshka. There I go again, calling her a name in Russian. Baby.
Rhodes: Oh, are we lying now? You know what happens when we lie.
Me: You going to put me in time-out like you do to Ellie?
Rhodes: That’s not how I’d punish you.
“Why isn’t that a good idea?” She sounds so innocent, as if she doesn’t know she’s been skating the line since I first texted her—playing coy, pretending that she doesn’t know that I’m picturing her pretty little pussy from the night before.
She’s the forbidden fruit that tastes so damn good.
“Sladkih snov, Sunshine.” Her mouth curves with her new understanding of the Russian language. Sweet dreams. I hang up the phone and glance at the sticky mess on my stomach. Yeah, I’m fucked.
“And if you lie in my bed tonight to watch the game, do me a favor.”
“Don’t wash the sheets. I like them smelling like sunshine.”
“Relax, Sunshine. I’ve got you.”
I have my Sunshine at my mercy, and I swear the sun has touched my soul.
She’s all worked up and truly mine to play with.
“Look at how we fit,” I mutter. I can’t stand it. It’s like having a piece of heaven in my hands.
A playful smile appears, and it’s official, I’ve touched the fucking sun.
She’s all I think about when I close my eyes to sleep, and I have a feeling it won’t be the last time.
“I trust you.” He reaches across the island. “I thought I made that clear.”
