Page 174 of Desperate Crimes

“What’s your name?”I ask, my head pleasantly fuzzy as I squint at him.

“Remy,” he says with a wink.“I’m Junior’s friend.”

Junior’s friend, huh?

I bite my lip.

Dangerous.Perfect.

The thing is—I have an idea.

It’s not the most wholesome idea I’ve ever had, but hey, I’m a Ramirez.

A Volkov.

Not everything in my life has been above board.

Sometimes we bend the rules.

Sometimes we break them.

And right now?I don’t want a love story.I want alegacy.

A baby.

Mybaby.

And I think Remy here might just have some world-class swimmers.

“So, Remy,” I purr, sliding in closer after we’ve shared a few more drinks and a couple laughs too many.

“Wanna see my room?”

His lips curl up like a devil granting wishes.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

And just like that, the story shifts.

Not a fairytale.

Not a romance.

But maybe?

Just maybe?

A beginning.

For me.