MiaSometime later, while Andy and I were chatting about Matt, or more like gossiping behind the man’s back, telling one another what we thought about him and bringing up his many bad points, my cell rang. I noted that it was Savanah.“I have to get this,” I said, picking up the phone.“Sure. Take your time,” he replied, relaxing back in his bed and picking up a magazine.I swiped to accept and and answered, “Hey, Savanah.”“Mia?” came her voice on the other end of the line. “Are you free? Can we catch up this afternoon?”I nodded as I said, “Yeah. I’m free. Where do you want to meet up?”“What about the café in the mall?”“That sounds good. I’ll see you in forty-five minutes then?”“Yes, please,” Savanah said.A moment later, we hung up. After putting the phone back into my satchel, I turned to Andy and announced, “I have a coffee date.”He raised a brow. “Not with Mr. Maxwell, I’m sure.”I smiled, curious. “How do you know?”“Because you wouldn’t speak like that to him,” he said. “Y
JamesThe moment James Maxwell closed the door of their hotel suite behind him, his eyes shifted over and came to rest on his mistress Mia Donovan. His gaze marveled at the slender form that never ceased to fascinate him. Tonight she wore a sexy cocktail dress made of silk and lace, which hugged her willowy body seductively, showing off her small waist and slender curves. With her hair fashioned up into a loose bun atop her head, she looked alluring, and James was more drawn to her than usual.Standing there near the door, his features broodingly dark and an arrogant smirk playing about his lips, he eyed the lacy material of the dress. His mind instantly went into a frenzy of wild imagination about how he’d rip that beautifully offensive thing from his mistress’ body. Fuck! He had been imagining that since he had laid eyes on her earlier this evening when he had come to pick her up for dinner.He had told her via text message to wear something nice, and indeed, this was fucking nice.
JamesJames kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.“You’re so mean today, James,” she said softly.“Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me,” he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air.James’ eyes immediately flew to Mia’s fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy, pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.“James…” Mia groaned. “Please…it’s sore.”James flicked his eyes to his mistress. Noting she meant what she said, he eased his harsh treatment, though it didn’t dampen his desire.“I’ll make you feel better,” he said.Mia watched him, wondering wha
MiaMy mind was numb and my whole being weak, shuddering, and buzzing in the aftermath of being ravished as James pulled me up from the couch. I was breathless and dazed as I stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as he led me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the stunning view of Las Vegas below. He was going to take me there again, as he had only last night, with me squeezed against the window while he pounded into me.With his guidance, I found myself facing the window, my naked body for the whole world to see if they did manage to see us this high up in the building. The thought that I was so vulnerable and exposed, however, did not dampen my arousal. It was, in fact, the opposite. The very idea that I was so exposed with James turned me on, making my core burn for more.I felt James behind me, his masculine body tight against me, his heat embracing me with an intoxicating, seductive torridness that
MiaI felt betrayed and disappointed as I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks flushed. I felt cold and empty.James kissed me gently as if to soothe the turmoil that abruptly spiked within me. It was as if he understood the craving of my body, desperate for him. I knew he was pleased I was this way. Vulnerable. Submissive. Piteous. Craving. Desiring him. I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him.Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxwell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why, oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas’ dark underground business world?Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious a
Four Days LaterJamesThe cell phone rang insistently as James waited patiently for his daughter to pick up. It was going on to the fourth ring now, and he wondered if Aria was busy with her lessons or if she might have forgotten her cell phone while she was out playing with the dogs.He glanced at his gold wristwatch and noted it was just after three thirty in the afternoon. It wasn’t their usual time to talk while he was away from home, but it couldn’t be helped. As of last week, he’d had no choice but to call her after her school hours instead of their usual time around eight. He’d been getting busier with work and other personal business since the incident with Andy and the Mexicans. Needless to say, there were a lot of deep, dark underground affairs he and Matt had to deal with in order to keep things under control. Of course, despite that taking up most of his days, he’d never forgotten his time with his daughter.Fuck, he really missed her, and he’d never been away from her thi
MiaIt was nearly five that evening by the time I had finally said goodbye to Savanah. That had been the second time I’d had a proper coffee date with her, and I had to admit both times had been wonderful. Not only that, but being able to spend time with her along with Andy had helped ease my loneliness for the past four days while James had been so busy with his work.During our seemingly very short teatime, we gossiped about men in general. Especially James and William, of course. It was fun, and we couldn’t help but giggle like schoolgirls. By the sound of things, Savanah seemed smitten with William. Her eyes glowed, and her cheeks blushed pink every time she mentioned his name. I wondered if I looked like her when I thought or talked about James.Then we chitchatted about random subjects such as fashion, beauty, movies, and of course books, which to my surprise were some of Savanah’s favorite topics. I was glad she was an avid reader and loved books of all sorts, especially myster
MiaWe took our time making the spaghetti Bolognese, and we enjoyed every moment of the process. About half an hour later, the kitchenette and living area smelled like an Italian restaurant. After putting some delicious-looking food neatly onto plates, I admired my handiwork while Andy poured us some wine.As I gazed at the two plates, I couldn’t help but gush with delight at the fact that it looked worthy of a restaurant or recipe book. Not wanting to let the pretty sight go to waste, I rushed in search of my cell phone while Andy watched me with interest. A moment later, I came back into the kitchen and took loads of photos, moving the plates this way and that, snapping the image in every which way possible.I was about to put the phone away when Andy stopped me.“Hold on. You haven’t taken photos with the wine yet.” With that, he placed two glasses of Sangiovese next to the plates of spaghetti Bolognese.I chuckled, gave him a thumbs-up, and then continued to take photos. Once I ha
MiaThe day had been long and exhausting for me, especially after James, Aria, and I had started that lunch with Liam, Scott, Eric, Alice, and Yuki. Then, of course, once we were done with that, Liam had suggested we stay for dinner as well since Alice, Yuki, Aria, and I seemed to get along so well. He had said that the sisters needed company near their ages, someone they felt comfortable with, since America was so new and different to them. Of course, I had fun spending time with the sisters, but I must say both Scott and Eric—well, mostly Eric—had behaved poorly, a side of them I had not seen before.Boy, was I glad we were finally home. After helping Aria bathe and dress, I lay beside her—along with Sammy and Alfie, who were being very nice and obedient, snuggling comfortably near Aria—reading them a bedtime story. When I finished the book, I tucked Aria in.I was about to kiss her good night when Aria asked, “Mia? Do you love Daddy?”That took me by surprise, and I blushed intense
MiaWilliam arrived to pick up Savannah at eleven that morning for their return flight to Vegas.After Savannah and I had hugged tightly, Savannah said, “You have to come to Vegas again soon.”Beside me, Aria was excited. “We can ask Daddy. He did promise to take me there soon.” She turned to her father standing not too far away. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”James nodded. “Yes, sweetheart.”Once William and Savannah departed, James, Aria, and I went to have lunch with Liam, Scott, and Eric at the main house. Of course, I had no idea this was happening until this morning after breakfast when James happened to just casually mention it. And to be honest, I wasn’t exactly prepared for it. Wasn’t it like my boyfriend taking me to meet his parents for the first time? Which freaked most girls out because they had to give a good first impression. But then again, what was there for me to prepare for? I had already met Liam last night, after all.Aria seemed excited to see her grandfather again,
JamesThe moment their father appeared at the door, James knew for a fact that Eric wasn’t happy. He knew also that, soon, the youngest brother would bring up the subject of their father’s future young bride and demand details. Of course, James had no idea why Eric was so riled up about something this trivial. After all, their father was very popular with the opposite sex, regardless of age, and for him to tie the knot again, with a twenty-five-year-old woman at that, wasn’t all that surprising.Currently, they were drinking, nibbling, and chatting about various topics—social and business. They even talked about Herbert Weston and the Mexican mafia, which didn’t much interest James. To him, what was done was done. Of course, what really interested James was Mia.Fuck! He wanted to kiss her and make passionate love to her, but alas, he obviously couldn’t do that until everyone left.It was around midnight when Eric finally brought up the much-anticipated subject. Of course, James was q
MiaI dismissed the thought of my brother and Matt from my mind and headed into the bathroom to shower. When I was done, dressed in a lovely loose, long-sleeved blouse and trousers, my makeup lightly done, since my bruised skin was still too sensitive, I headed out the door.I found Savannah sitting on my bed, waiting for me.“Hey,” I said. “Sorry, I think I might have overslept a little.”Savannah chuckled. “No worries. I did that this morning as well. I was so tired.”I nodded. Of course, her having found out about my kidnapping had really scared her, and the whole situation must have exhausted her. Now that I was safe and sound, everything had just kind of caught up to her. I didn’t miss the dark circles under her eyes, either.I was so moved by the fact that she had been so good to me, especially since we had only been friends for a short time, that I gave her a tight hug again. “Thank you for coming all the way here and helping out.”“It’s fine, Mia,” Savannah said. “You’re my fr
MiaThe next day, I was finally discharged from the hospital, and James, with Andy tagging along, came to pick me up that afternoon. Of course, both men watched over me like mother hens as I slipped out of bed and began to get myself ready.I was just reaching out for the luggage to start packing when Andy said, “I’ll do that for you. You go and get changed.”I nodded and headed into the bathroom, a dress in my hand.While Andy packed my stuff into the bag Savannah had brought for me, James was in the bathroom, aiding me with getting dressed since my movement was slow. Of course, I didn’t mind the fact that I was half naked in front of him, in just undies and bra and my bare skin marked with dark bruises everywhere. After all, he had seen me naked last night when he was making love to me, albeit under the dimness of the wall light.“Raise your arms,” he instructed as if I were his daughter. I thought he was being very parental toward me.I smiled as I obeyed him, raising my arms high
MiaI was finally judged to be well enough to allow a proper shower by myself instead of the occasional sponge bath by the nurse, which, to be honest, was rather embarrassing to say the least. And of course, now that I didn’t have an IV line connected to me, it was even better.After retrieving a towel and the bathroom essentials that Savannah had considerately brought for me yesterday evening, I headed into the bathroom. I took my time brushing my teeth and cleaning myself thoroughly, and, of course, enjoying the warm water on my skin. By the time I was done, I smiled with glee at the fact that I now smelled like the Garden of Eden.After donning the undesirable hospital gown once again and putting on some night cream over my still lightly bruised face, I headed back out, humming to myself.“You sound like you’re having a fine time showering,” the night shift nurse, Laura, said, chuckling.“Hello there. Yes, it’s the first time in five days I’ve showered, so…”Laura nodded. “I can un
MiaWhen I woke again, I felt a lot better. The headache was gone, as was the exhaustion.After cleaning myself up for the second time that day, I returned to my bed with renewed determination. I will no longer allow the thought of Herbert Weston to affect me. I will not cry remembering the trauma he inflicted on me nor the distress he caused me—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I will be free from that bastard!With that, I settled myself to read some magazines Brenda had left for me, and it wasn’t long before lunch arrived. It was also around then that Andy appeared at the door again. With my mouth still full of food, I stared at him wide-eyed as he walked toward me.“Hey,” he said. “Feeling better?”I quickly swallowed my food and reached my arms out for him, begging for a great big hug again.Andy came over and took me into his arms as I wrapped mine around his torso.I chuckled as I raised my eyes to look at him. “I hope you’re not driving Matt crazy because you’re so worrie
MiaWhen I woke, my hands were resting on the empty space on the side of my bed, and I wondered why it felt so warm, as if someone had been there only moments before. I shifted my body and then inhaled deeply. The scent that was unique to James caressed my nostrils, and I smiled.He had been here, hadn’t he? Sleeping next to me. My heart soared at the thought, though at the same time, I was a little disappointed that he didn’t wake me when he had arrived. We could have had a little chat and kiss.“Good morning.” A nurse I didn’t recognize greeted me as she came into the room. “How are you feeling this morning, love?”I gave her a bright smile, my lips and mouth a little sore in the process. Obviously, my wounds had not yet healed properly. “I’m good. A little pain, but it’s fine.”“That’s good,” she said, grinning brightly. Then she came over to stand at the end of the bed and picked up my medical record. She quickly scanned over the documents, and a moment later, looking rather satis
JamesWhen James came in through the door after a long day at the office and headed toward Mia’s bed in the hospital that night, he found her deep in slumber. Standing by her side, he gazed at her long and hard, noting the bruises on her beautiful face. Fuck! He wanted those unsightly marks gone as soon as possible. The sight of them reminded him of Herbert Weston and what the bastard had done to Mia, and once again, he felt rage erupting in his being.For perhaps the hundredth time, he swore nothing like that would ever happen to Mia again. He’d protect her. He’d cherish her.For now, she looked peaceful in her sleep, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. Soon, it would start, the nightmare, as it had the past three nights. She’d start crying and screaming and begging in her sleep as that terrifying episode of her kidnapping returned to haunt her. She’d scream for Herbert Weston to let her go. She’d beg for him to stop hurting her, and fuck, but the sheer fear and panic in her voice bro