Book Description

Brealyn Mia Winters... Something instead of nothing, friends... That's what he said. The blank walls within that bland box he placed us in is maddening. When I'm near him it sure feels like a lot more than just a friendly interlude. In theory, walking away from Brogan Creed seems like the smart thing to do. The warning signs are there. I should be put off, but I'm so far from that resolve. My mind refuses that conclusion. My place in this world involves this man. That much I'm sure of. His key role in my life is not that of a friend either. Weirdly enough, he's always in sync with my thoughts. My inner secrets don't even feel as though they belong to me anymore. When I'm alone I sense him. I feel him all around me. I can even smell him. My mental stability is hanging on by a thin thread. Brogan believes that some kind of a curse hangs over his head. Giving in to what we both want will somehow damn me. What he fails to understand is that without him, I feel like a plague is slowly migrating its way viciously throughout my bloodstream. He's not protecting me, no. He's only contributing to the source of my pain. Prolonging it would be a more accurate assessment too. Without effort, the Wallstreet God owns me. Body, heart, and soul. Nothing will ever change that. Brogan Malic Creed... That's her future... DEATH. Of course, my twisted brother's words are my psyches go to anytime I get near her. Always from a distance. Not within or out of arm's length, a guarded guide. A fine balance of need versus necessity. Silently stealing her mind mysteries and lurking in the dark shadows to be closer to her is my new way of life now. My senses soar with distrust mixed with disgust for my shared DNA. But becoming the boardroom boss was not an achievement reached by trusting those enemies that gather at the round table, oh no. My worries are not consumed with that of the family tree anyway. There's only one flaw to the overall plan here. Brealyn Winters is not own by no one, no-no... She holds the power. Make no mistake in the fact that I am irrevocably held captive by a delicate, untouchable, and forbidden butterfly. One that I intend on protecting.