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Our In-Between

Hannah is an aspiring young journalist in the entertainment industry. When her boss calls to tell her that she will be interviewing the heir to Kincaid, a multi billionaire company she can’t believe it. Trevor Wright Kincaid is the most handsome bachelor and the richest man in Manhattan according to the last issue of Forbes. What Hannah didn’t expect is starting to fall for him. Her beliefs about rich men are all being proved wrong by this man when he is charming and doing everything right by the book. So why is she still doubting his love even when he declares it in the whole world? What could be missing that Hannah is still seeking? When Hannah quarrel with Trevor she finds herself enthralled by a man who seem to stop the world when he looks at her. She just needed one night for herself. But, Nothing prepares her when she finds out that her one night stand, the night she cannot seem to forget is the brother to Trevor; Chase Kincaid; the older brother and by all definitions the sexiest man alive. Our In Between is a dark romance trilogy. It follows the story of Hannah and the two brothers. “Do you believe in soul mates?” “No” “I do. And I believe you are my karma.” cover photo not mine, will take down under owner's request  

KAREN_GASHERI · Urban
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211 Chs

Stalker

Don't ask me why I am here.

I don't have the answer to that. I am walking around, touching everything and trying to feel him through the stuff in his house. I love knowing that he was here, he touched the same things I am touching now. I go to the master bedroom and I stand on the doorway, just looking at everything, taking in everything at once. The bed is well made, the room is neat just like I knew it would be. I walk over to his closet and I switch on the lights in the closet and walk as I run my fingers through the many racks holding his suits, his scent filling the space I can feel it in my throat. There is a shirt that is on the floor and I slowly pick it up, and I hold it on my nose. It smells of him. I close my eyes as I inhale the scent. I open the drawers on the dresser and see his watches perfectly laid by the days he wears them.

I know this because I gave him grief for being such a stickler to details and asked him why he would mix it up, be spontaneous.