“Brynne, you’re late. Hurry!” yelled someone from the walkway of the gigantic cruise ship anchored on the busy New York Cruise Terminal.LS Ocean QueenBrynne Emerson read the name before searching the walkway. She rushed across the pier, lugging her trolley case behind her. It was over-stuffed, more than she needed for the 7-day luxury cruise to the Bahamas. It had been on her bucket list for the last three years, ever since she joined the prestigious multinational giant, Sylvester Financial Inc.Her gaze fell on her best friend and colleague, Daniella Pierce. Both of them had joined Sylvester together and grown with the company. While Brynne was promoted to the position of a Wealth Advisor, Daniella bagged the role of an Accounts Manager. They both earned this year-end vacation, a treat from their new employer, Lucian Sylvester, whom they were yet to meet.The erstwhile CEO, Benson Sylvester, had just retired handing the reins of the business to his grandson, the infamous Lucian Syl
Brynne tore her gaze away from the hottest specimen on earth and ordered another refill. Her senses swam as she tried to focus on her drink. She knew she should stop, but the scene with Adam and his wh*re kept on playing in her mind. His cruel words echoed in her head, crushing her innocent heart.All her life, she had steered clear of men. If it hadn’t been for her parents’ untimely death, she would still have stayed away from Adam Carter. He crawled into her system at her weakest moment. Not that she was in love with him, but she cared about him for everything he had done for her.Adam had helped her when she was at her lowest and had no one to turn to. Brynne was indebted to him for helping her get a grip on her life. She should have remained just friends with him and not accepted his proposal. Their relationship was shallow, forced, and lacked the spark right from the start. It was a sure-shot disaster.Brynne picked up her drink to finish it in one gulp when a suit-clad arm caugh
Brynne watched him lean towards her, his hypnotic eyes holding her under his spell. Her breath hitched in anticipation. Would he kiss her? Her body reacted at the thought and moisture pooled in her underwear. The very thought of kissing him could do this to her. Then how would she react to his touch?This wasn’t like her at all. Brynne would never surrender to a man so reckless in her right senses. But was she in her senses?His fingers on her neck and shoulders calmed her, and she could hardly keep her eyes open. “Thanks. I should get going now.”“Stay.” His face was inches away from hers and she could feel his hot breath fanning her neck. Her heart pounded inside her ribcage and she gulped down her drink in one go.“I think I should g-go.” Yet she couldn’t get up and leave. Her head reeled from all the alcohol in her system.“What’s the hurry, Brynne? Stay with me for some time. Let me help you forget the as*hole who hurt you.” His fingers played with her hair, caressing her cheeks
Brynne dashed into the washroom to hide while Daniella opened the door to a ship crew member carrying a bouquet of red camellias. “Yes?” She gave him a suspicious look. “This is for Ms. Emerson!” He handed the bouquet to Daniella and walked away. Brynne peered, and her mouth hung open at the sight of the flowers. “Who was there? Where did these come from?” Daniella’s face broke into an excited grin, and she handed the exotic bouquet to her. “For you. Some cabin crew delivered it to Ms. Emerson.” She winked and watched the jaw dropped look on her face as she inspected the flowers. “For me? Who would send me flowers?” She searched for a label or note, but found none. Daniella looked more excited than her. “Not just any flower, Brynne. Someone’s sent you red camellias!” Brynne gave her a confused look. “What’s so special about them?” “Don’t you know what they symbolize?” Brynne shook her head. She only knew about roses. “Passion, desire!” gasped Daniella, watching her friend with
The crew member handed Brynne a sealed envelope and left before she could ask him anything. She tore it open, only to find a chit of paper inside. Was this some kind of joke? Who was playing mind games with her? Was it Adam? Unfolding the chit with a scowl, she read the words scribbled on it in haste. Waiting for you.“What the f*ck!” Brynne muttered curses at the mysterious sender, crumpled the note and stuffed it inside her pocket. He could wait forever. She wouldn’t lose her sleep over some creepy notes. It was best to keep herself engaged. Not seeing any known faces around, she walked around aimlessly to explore the ship from bow to aft. It was a visual treat to see so many spectacular dining venues, entertainment options, impressive theaters, spas, fitness centers, art galleries, clubs, pool decks and onboard boutiques. “It’s so beautiful, Adam!” A familiar female voice caught her attention and she turned to see Adam and Miranda emerge from a jewelry shop opposite. The way Mi
Brynne rushed to her cabin, not glancing at the attractions all around. What if she collided with the guy again? “Oh, you? Are you following us, Brynne?” She froze to find herself face to face with Adam and Miranda, walking hand in hand towards her. “You wish! You don’t own the ship.” “Maybe she’s heartbroken to see my engagement ring. Here, look, Brynne!” said Miranda, holding her hand out to exhibit the ring. Although Brynne’s heart broke to see the ring she deserved on Miranda’s finger instead, she refused to show it. “Congratulations! You both deserve one another.” Adam was a man wh*re who was only interested in physical intimacy. As far as she knew him, he wasn’t one to commit to a long-term relationship. As long as she pleased him in bed, he would stick to her. However, Miranda hardly noticed her jab and clung to Adam instead. “Thanks. Yes, we do. I can’t wait to marry him and start a family together.” Brynne chuckled and waved at them. “Good luck with it.” As she pushed p
He gave Brynne a skew little smile instead of answering her while his arm snaked around her waist to stop her from fleeing. Pulled flush against his chest, Brynne forgot to breathe. Why did he affect her so much? Despite the heady music and the gyrating bodies around her, Brynne was acutely aware of his intoxicating male scent and the warmth he exuded. Her senses came to life as if in memory of everything they had shared. Her body wanted a repeat while her mind battled against the temptation.Panic hit her, and she pushed at his chest. But it was an impossible task, with his grip tightening on her with every futile attempt to push him away. “Stop whatever you’re doing, Luke. I won’t do it again with you. I won’t step into your suite for a repeat of last night.”Her breath hitched when his lips grazed the erotic spot below her ear. “Do what, Brynne?”A gush of molten heat escaped her in response, contradicting her statements. Although her mind prodded her to run, her body refused to coo
Anger coursed through her at his admission. How could he take advantage of her in her sleep? “You took advantage of me while I was sleeping, right? That’s unforgivable, Luke.” Brynne felt betrayed and whirled around to leave. Let him go to hell. He wasn’t what he portrayed to her.He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his suite. “I didn’t. You begged me to please you. I was there only to escort you to my place for dinner. But you stripped me of my clothes.” The sparkle in his eyes was back and Brynne had no idea if he was speaking the truth or just messing with her. “Maybe you were dreaming about me, Brynne.”Her cheeks flushed with color at being caught. Yes, she had been dreaming about him. Who wouldn’t? But did she really behave so recklessly with him?“N-no, I don’t believe you. I did nothing of the sort.” It was her only defense to save herself from becoming a laughingstock in front of him.He pulled her flush against his hard chest. “Do you want me to show you what you did? We
“Shall we get to know one another better? After all, you’re my client-servicing girl. We will need to travel together.” His hooded look and raspy bedroom voice made her wet between the legs. What was he implying? How would she get to know him better? And why the f*ck would she travel with him?“W-what b-boss? I didn’t get you.” She gave him a blank look, her gaze dropping to his dewy lips and messed-up hair. Why did it seem as if he was inviting her to kiss him? He stood up, and she did a double take. Was he now coming over to kiss her? He skirted the table towards her, like a predator towards his prey. It made her jump from her seat and step backward in panic. “Stay right there, Luke, I mean boss. Don’t come near me. What are you planning to do? To have me on your desk?” She watched him stop for a moment as if to consider her suggestion. Shit! Why did she have to say it aloud?“Maybe to get your signature on this.” His lips twitched as a smirk fought to break free. Instead, he prod
“Now? At lunchtime?” groaned Brynne, as she trudged towards his office. Why did he summon her at such a time? Nora shrugged and left while Brynne hesitated. After tackling clients all morning, she was ravenous. Her stomach complained, and she was sure the entire office could hear her. Maybe she would grab a quick sandwich before heading to his office. Surely he would grant her that. She walked away and entered the cafeteria instead. Her gaze went towards Julia, Adrian, and Eric near the counter. “Hey, Brynne! Over here!” She waved at Brynne like a long-lost friend. Brynne waved back and inched her way towards her. “Hi, what are you having?”“Oh, it’s Andrew’s birthday treat. Let them get the food. We’ll occupy a table somewhere.” Julia pulled Brynne to a vacant table nearby, maybe the only one available. Daniella too joined in and smiled at Brynne, as if relieved to see her. “What’s up with you?” Brynne whispered to her. “Nothing. I got swamped with the workload.” Brynne knew it
Brynne walked into the office with her breath stuck in her throat. She had expected to run straight into the usual office chaos: people gossiping about one another. Maybe this time she would be the hottest topic of discussion. But something bizarre was happening today. All her colleagues were busy at their cubicles, surprisingly working their ass off! That too on the first workday of the New Year!What was wrong with them? They didn’t even notice her enter. Brynne released the breath she was holding and walked over to her office. Maybe they wanted to impress their new CEO. Her gaze fell on Daniella at the accounts department opposite her office. She looked weird as if she had seen a ghost. Surely she knew she’d meet Drake here!Brynne couldn’t understand this eerie calm around her. Pulling her chair out, she sank in to start her day. She was almost halfway through her mail inbox when the main door opened and Drake strode in. He looked annoyed. His previous good mood had already van
“Where should I drop you, Ms. Emerson?” Grant’s voice brought her back to reality. They had left the parking area of the busy Manhattan Cruise Terminal behind, and Brynne sighed. The much-awaited cruise tour was over. It was far from what she had expected, turning her life upside down. “499E, 49th St., Brooklyn.” It slipped out of her tongue before she knew it. But Brynne didn’t want to take advantage of Grant’s generosity. “You can drop me off after crossing Brooklyn Bridge. I’ll book an Uber.” Grant shook his head, instructing the chauffeur to head to Brooklyn. Brynne sat in a state of confusion. Maybe this was also part of the deal. Once Grant dropped her off at her house, the deal would be over in the true sense of the term. The car sped all the way to her home, and she watched in silence. It was back to her lonely life, as if the cruise hadn’t happened at all. The car stopped right in front of her humble home and Grant got out to unload her luggage. “Thank you so much. I’ll m
“Are they here for you, Brynne? That’s our boss’s bodyguard, right? The one he left behind for you.” She gasped and clutched at her heart. Brynne frowned at her reaction and watched them approach the pier. The speedboat stopped, and Drake jumped out. He grinned at the sight of them, his gaze more on Daniella than on her. “Hey, we meet again! Maybe we’re fated or something!” He chuckled at Daniella’s pissed-off expression. Daniella stood with her hands on her waist. “What the f*ck are you doing here?” “God! Are you a terrorist’s daughter?” asked Drake with a chuckle, leaning in towards Daniella. She gave him a clueless look. “What?” He shrugged. “You are, right? No wonder he produced a bombshell for a daughter!” His grin widened and even Brynne couldn’t stop the eye roll. “Haha, very funny. I wish I could murder you and bury your body here,” hissed Daniella, but Drake chuckled more. “See what I mean?” He winked at her. “Anyway, you’ll lose your job if you kill me, lady.” Danie
“What are you doing here, Adam?” Brynne gritted out, her eyes flashing fire at the sight of the cause of all her worries. If he hadn’t betrayed her, none of this would have happened. She wouldn’t have been forced to leave the job she had worked so hard for. Adam hung his head in shame. “Can I come inside, please?” Brynne stared at the change in his demeanor. What was up with him now? “No, you can tell me what you want.” He hesitated, looking around him. He could see his boss’ bodyguard still hovering around. Mustering up all his courage, he looked Brynne in the eye. “I’m sorry for whatever happened, Brynne. Believe me, I didn’t want to hurt you. I fell in love with Miranda and I couldn’t muster the courage to tell you. I panicked. Please, can you forgive me? We can be friends like before. You know we never loved one another. Ours wasn’t a perfect relationship,” he rambled on apologetically while Brynne watched him in silence. “Why are you here? I know my forgiveness doesn’t matter
Daniella gripped Brynne’s shoulders to drill some sense into her head. “Can you face the wrath of all females for sleeping with the boss? He’s a womanizer, Brynne. He used you and left you. Did you think you were his real girl or something?” Brynne blinked to grasp her friend’s agitated speech. Boss? Who was the boss? How could Luke be their boss? She extricated herself from her hold and placed the food on the coffee table nearby. “You're not making sense, Dani. Luke offered me a fake dating deal to ward off his would-be fiancée on this trip. I agreed, and that’s all. Which boss are you talking about? Benson Sylvester? Why am I repeatedly being paired with him? He’s fit to be my grandfather.” Daniella gaped at her clueless friend. Was she that naïve to not recognize Lucien Sylvester, their boss? “Are you crazy? Why would they pair you with Benson Sylvester? He isn’t the boss anymore. Lucien Sylvester is our new boss.” She shook her head in disappointment. “Don’t you know who your Lu
Brynne stirred, feeling a throbbing pain between her legs. Her whole body felt mowed down, and she winced as she tried to move. It woke her up, and she glanced around the room. There was no sign of Luke. She looked at the other side of the bed. It didn’t look slept-in either. Where was he? Hadn’t he slept at night? Had he spent the night somewhere else? Was it over between them?Still perplexed, she rose and staggered to the washroom to freshen up. The pain between her legs worsened with movement. It was the worst way to start the New Year. The party din outside had died down after disturbing her all night long. There was a knock on the suite's main door and her heartbeats raced in apprehension. Who could it be? Surely, Luke had a spare set of keys. She couldn't race to the door even if she tried. Brynne slowly emerged from the washroom when the main door clicked open. Her heart swelled with happiness. Luke was here! He hadn’t left her! She limped towards the door of the bedroom to
Lucien strode down the promenade with purpose, flanked by his bodyguards, towards his grandpa’s suite. Oblivious to the curious looks he received from the passengers on board, he braced himself for his grandpa’s wrath. He should have spoken to his grandpa earlier instead of getting carried away. “When did Grandpa arrive here?” He glanced at Grant, the bodyguard nearest to him. “Two hours ago, Mr. Sylvester. Fitzgerald was trying to contact you.” He nodded, knowing his mistake. But he was answerable to no one, not even to his grandpa. The situation he was currently in was mostly because of his grandpa. If he hadn’t forced Lucien to marry Celine, the circumstances would have been completely different today. “Is Grandpa in his room?” Of course, he knew the answer. Benson Sylvester hated his cruise ships, but boarding one of them was the only way to catch hold of his grandson. Therefore, he never explored the ship and mostly preferred staying in his suite. To him, the family business