IRIS
For a full minute, all I could do was stand there, staring at him in shock. Because all of a sudden, he remembered who I was, including the fake name I gave him that night. He stretched his hand out, giving my box of tampons back to me. In any other situation, I would’ve felt embarrassed, but I was too overwhelmed to feel any form of shyness. “I tried calling out to you but you were too fast,” he said, his voice exactly as smooth and deep as I remembered. “You dropped this.” Taking it from him, I swallowed. My nerves were all over the place. “I–um, thought you didn't remember who I was.” He smiled mischievously at me. “That’s ridiculous.” “But—” He cut me off. “I know,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I may have just been kidding, which probably wasn’t the best route to take. You seem distressed. Are you alright?” I wasn’t going to talk about my problems with this man. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.” He pushed away from the wall, standing at his full height. Still as intimidating as before. “Still as closed off as ever, I see,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. Chuckling nervously, I replied, “Trust me, you don’t want to know.” He held my gaze, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. Every single movement this man made was attractive! I needed to get myself under control. “Try me,” he said simply. Something told me he wasn’t even asking. I heaved a sigh, deciding to just fuck it and say the damn thing. “I lost my passport. They won’t let me on my flight until I get a new one, and the embassy won’t get back to me for hours.” “Ah, I see,” he mused, nodding his head. “And you’re heading back to Seattle, yeah?” “Yeah,” I replied. He looked at his watch for a few seconds, brows furrowing as though he was contemplating something, and when he looked at me, he said, “Come with me.” I blinked. “What?” The next few words that came out of his mouth had my jaw dropping to the floor. “I have a jet waiting for me, and I’m also heading back to Seattle. Fly with me.” I stared at him, waiting for him to crack a smile, to laugh, anything that would indicate that he was joking. But his face was as serious as ever. “You… have a jet?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it. I’d known he was rich from the night we met, but I had no idea he was ‘private jet’ rich. “I do,” he smirked. “And you’re offering me a ride?” I said hesitantly. “Yes.” He tilted his head, studying me. “Unless you’d rather sit here and wait for the embassy to get back to you?” I opened my mouth and closed it. I didn't need a therapist to tell me that I was anxious. The man had a private jet. My daughter’s father. And he was offering to let me ride with him. This was definitely a nightmare that I needed to wake up from. “The clock is ticking, Mia,” he made sure to emphasize my fake name. “I have to get to a meeting.” I gave him a wary look. “Are you sure?” He let out a low chuckle. “I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't.” His confidence was intimidating. And annoyingly attractive. Chewing on my bottom lip, I contemplated my options—which I didn't even have much of anyway. This was insane. I was exhausted. I missed my daughter… Yeah, I was joining him alright. “Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll come.” His lips twitched, and he seemed pleased with my answer. “Good.” And just like that, he rolled my suitcase over to himself, turned around, and gestured for me to follow him. I was left with my carry-on and another bag, thinking to myself, ‘What the hell was I doing?’ I made a mental note to use the bathroom the moment we got on the plane. The walk to the private terminal was silent. He led the way, carrying himself like someone who was accustomed to power. He commanded attention without even trying. People—mostly women—did a double-take whenever they passed, and I just kept marveling at the fact that this man just offered me a seat on his private jet like it was the most normal thing in the world. A few men in dark suits were waiting near the entrance, and one of them immediately approached us, nodding to him in greeting. “Sir,” the man said, handing him something resembling a document. John barely glanced through it before signing at the bottom. “Everything set?” “Yes, sir, but…” the man trailed off, looking at me warily. Valid, because he had no idea who I was. “She’s coming with me,” he provided. “Okay, sir. We’re ready for take-off as soon as you board.” I looked at John, but he was already walking ahead, leading the way toward the tarmac. I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled, I realized that I was shaking. Out of anxiety? Nervousness? Fear? I had no idea. But this was real. I was about to get on a private jet with a man I barely knew. I followed behind him, my heart thudding against my chest as I caught the first glimpse of the jet. It was sleek, black, and massive. I swallowed hard. Damn. Just when I thought this man couldn't get any more intimidating. Well, it was too late to back out now. As we got to the boarding stairs, he turned to me, amusement dancing in his grey eyes as he scanned my face. “You look like you’re about to bolt.” I blew out a breath. “I’m fine.” The high octave of my voice said otherwise, though, and I cringed when I heard it. He didn't look convinced. “It’s not too late to change your mind.” I shook my head slightly. “I’m just a little nervous, that’s all,” I said. Something unreadable flashed in his eyes as his lips twitched. “You can trust me, Iris. There’s nothing to be nervous about.” It wasn’t until he was already inside the plane that I realized he had called me by my name. My real name. How the fuck did he know my name?MAVERICK It didn't take long for me to find out what Mia’s actual name was. In only a matter of days, I’d found out her name, where she worked, and I’d also found out that she had been married to my brother. And that the night we slept together was the night of their divorce. I never forgot how broken she was that night. How undesirable Sebastian had made her feel that she didn't mind running into the arms of a stranger. And she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I assumed she didn't want to be found, so I’d given her that respect and kept my distance, and even though I felt tempted to check in sometimes, I resisted the urge. However, she never left my mind. And now, she was here with me, anxious about flying with a stranger and perplexed that I knew her real name. I let her settle across from me, and although I could feel her gaze burning into me, I ignored her, replying to my work emails instead. Done with replying to emails, I pocketed my phone, finally deciding to give
IRIS I couldn’t have heard him right. I mean, there was no way in hell a man that I had known for all of one night was asking me to marry him. “What?” I tried to make my voice sharp but it came out as a whisper. Maverick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His dark hair fell over his brows and he brushed it back, smiling darkly. “You heard me.” A laugh burst from my mouth. This man was truly, definitely insane. “Are you on something?” I asked. “Tell me, what is it?” If I wasn't observing him so closely at that moment, I would not have noticed the way his jaw clenched and the dark look that crossed his face. It was gone before I could even register it. Did I hit a nerve? The air in the cabin was suffocating. I was in this space with a man I barely knew, who was clearly out of his mind. I wanted no part of this. “I’m not joking, Iris.” Calm down. Deep breaths, I told myself. Inhale, exhale, just breathe… I swallowed, searching his face for any sign that he was m
IRIS “I think you should accept his offer,” Megan blurted. I paused, a forkful of spaghetti halfway to my mouth. Slowly, I dropped it back onto the plate, taking my time to shoot her a glare. Either Megan was oblivious to my glare or she just didn’t care, but she didn't stop eating. “What?” She looked at me then, shrugging, her eyes slightly wide. “I think you should marry him—” “Megan…” “Hold up,” she cut me short. “I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I
MAVERICK Iris watched me expectantly, waiting for me to tell her the reason I wanted her to marry me in order to carry out my revenge plan.It was such an easy thing to do, yet I hesitated to speak. The emotional part of everything was a long-gone phase, and all I felt was just anger. Anger towards my brother, and my father.I would tell Iris all that she needed to know, but I wasn't about to delve into my past with someone I didn't know.Where do I start?“Did Sebastian ever tell you that he was next in line to be the CEO after my father stepped down?”She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered my question. Iris had no idea how attractive the little things she unconsciously did were.“Um, yeah. A few weeks before the divorce,” she looked away from me, but not before I saw the pained expression on her face and noticed the way her voice cracked at the word ‘divorce’. “He was excited about taking over from your father. He was always obsessed with being CEO, he just…”She turned bac
IRIS I sat there, waiting for the punchline. Maybe he was messing with me, maybe he was just throwing in a light joke and I was supposed to laugh.But nothing about this felt funny to me. The silence between us was suffocating as Maverick’s grey eyes stayed locked on mine, unwavering. Expectant.Marriage was one thing I could put my foot in. I’d been married before, I could do it again especially if it was a means to an end.But a child?My stomach clenched, and I gripped the edge of the table, struggling to keep my breathing even. A panic attack would be the worst way to end this night.Maverick had no idea. No idea what he was really asking of me.“Iris…” he trailed off. “I know this is a lot to dump on you, and if you’re not okay with this, we can call it off. I promise.”I swallowed, my throat dry. “You—” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat, forcing the words out.. “You need to get married and have a child? That’s the condition?”Maverick nodded, his gaze assessing my face
MAVERICK I never gambled. I’d never made reckless bets. I sure as hell had never waited for a ghost before.Yet, here I was. Sitting in the grand ballroom of the charity gala that had been organized by my father, surrounded by Seattle’s elite, my whiskey untouched as I stared occasionally at the door.Waiting for Iris.Call it wishful thinking, but when I sent a text to Iris three days ago, I’d hoped that she would show up. I took my phone out, opening up Iris’s chat.The last message was from me. The night after our dinner, I’d gotten hopeful when she said she would think about it. So I’d sent her a text:‘Charity gala, Sunday, 9pm. If you ever change your mind, you’ll find me there.’It was a long shot. I never took risks like that, but something about Iris Blake made me want to break my own rules. She was the best option for this. I had no other choice.She should have been here by now. Iris was supposed to want this as much as I wanted. She was supposed to crave revenge just lik
IRIS The flashing lights from the cameras should have scared me away, or at least made me nervous.But instead, I felt powerful. I wrapped my arms around Maverick’s neck, letting him deepen the kiss, letting him put on a show for the public. His hand slid to my waist. He was doing everything he could to make this seem real.But it wasn’t. It wasn’t real. And it didn't matter how much of a damn good kisser he was, this wasn’t real. He wasn’t mine.And I would love to keep it that way. Strictly professional.I’d deliberately refused to reply to Maverick’s text asking me to meet him here, deciding to just surprise him. Thinking of him anticipating my arrival and then getting disappointed made me laugh.The second I broke the kiss, I forced myself to stay calm. To stay in character. I felt a shiver run down my spine but I had no idea whether it was from the kiss, the adrenaline, or all the eyes that were on me.I really hoped it was from either of the last two options.Maverick’s breath
IRIS I made sure my expression didn't give anything away as I spoke. It had been two years since I last saw Eleanor. The woman who had smiled in my face pretending to be my friend, and then slept with my husband and took my place.My ex-husband.And now? She stood in front of me, wearing an expensive, too-tight, obvious dress, her hair curled to near perfection. Her sharp eyes drank me in, sizing me up like I was her competition.“Well, here I am, Eleanor,” I said, flashing her a fake grin. “Did you miss me?”Maverick squeezed my hand, silently asking if he should remove me from this situation, but I shook my head gently. This conversation was long due.Eleanor’s lips curled into something resembling a smirk. “Of course, it’s always a pleasure seeing you, Iris.”Liar, but I could play that game.I clapped my hands together, tilting my head. “And look at you, Eleanor,” I purred. “Enjoying your promotion from assistant to wife.”If I hadn't been paying attention, I wouldn’t have heard
IRIS Maverick’s voice was ice. It wasn’t teasing like before, it was just cold. The kind of cold that burned me more than fire ever could.My fingers were still hooked in the elastic of my panties, but I froze when I saw the look in Maverick’s eyes.He wasn’t looking at me with wonder, like he often did whenever I was naked in front of him.He was looking at me with… nothing. There was nothing but darkness in his eyes. Cruel, cold darkness.Had I pushed him too far this time?His fingers tightened around my wrist for a moment before he let go.He didn’t want me to move, so I didn’t.Maverick pressed the vibrating gun to my skin again. “I think I’ve let you have your way for too long, Angel,” his voice rumbled. “But not anymore.”I whimpered, arching my back when he pressed the gun to the front of my panties. “Arghh…Maverick…”“Shhhh.” He pulled it away from me. “I need you to be still for me,” he whispered. “Otherwise, I’d have to start over.”“Okay,” I whispered airily, though I was
IRIS The moment I whispered yes, everything shifted.“Strip,” Maverick ordered, stepping away from me. His voice was raspy and cold, lower than it had ever been before. Every fiber of my body knew that it was a command, and not just a statement. But something inside me still chose to be defiant.“What?” I’d heard him. I was just taunting him.Maverick took a deep breath, lowering himself onto the bench next to him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Angel. The more you disobey me, the longer your punishment will be. Don’t test me.”Punishment being the fact that he wasn’t going to let me come. My body shivered at that thought, all the heat rushing towards my core.Keeping my eyes on Maverick’s now hooded, dark ones, I reached for the hem of my top, pulling it over my head slowly. If I was going to be tortured, then there was no harm in torturing him back.Maverick’s jaw clenched as he watched me unclasp my bra. His eyes followed my every move, only glancing at my face once in a while. I
IRIS Curling my hands into fists, I heaved a sigh, deciding to go find him in his bedroom. We weren’t kids, we were fully grown adults that could talk things out with each other instead of keeping malice and avoiding each other.Okay. Okay.Maybe I just wanted to apologize for being a total bitch to him. In all fairness, it was the alcohol.‘The fuck it wasn’t,’ my inner voice scoffed at me.“Shut up,” I muttered.I stood outside Maverick’s door for a full minute before raising my hand to knock on it. “Maverick?”No answer.I knocked three more times, pushing the door open when I still didn't get a response. The lights were turned off. I doubted that he had even been in here. Even the bathroom lights were turned off.So where the hell had he disappeared to?Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I shut his door behind me as I exited his room. I also checked a couple of other rooms upstairs, all to no avail. He wasn’t upstairs. He wasn’t in the living room. And I didn’t think he’d walked
IRIS “She’s teething,” Megan said, dropping Amethyst onto the floor. “Explains why I haven’t had any sleep since Monday.”I grinned as I picked her up, taking her into my arms. “And she’s still the cutest thing ever,” I cooed. “Aren’t you, baby? I’m so proud of you.”Amethyst squealed, her tiny fists grabbing my hair as I peppered kisses along her chubby cheeks. Her eyes were grey and wide, her curls wild. I tightened my arms around her. Amethyst had no idea how much I needed this—her warmth, her laugh, the way her fingers curled around mine like I was her whole world.As much as I loved Megan for taking care of her, I couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of her. My daughter was growing attached to her in more ways than one. Megan had been there for her first words, her first steps…Made me wonder whether it really was a good idea to keep this from Maverick.“She’s really doing it,” Megan said softly. “She’s growing.”“Yeah, she is,” I replied, narrowing my eyes slightly. Megan had
MAVERICK My father had crossed the fucking line.The moment I dropped Chelsea and Iris off at the hospital, I headed straight for work, the only thing on my mind being Quentin fucking Sinclair.There were a number of things I really wanted to do to him, and one of such things involved bashing his head into the wall. Hard.I punched the elevator button, reigning in my anger the entire ride up. Or at least trying to.I had no idea what he was planning to do, but I was going to find out. Today.The boardroom was full when I arrived at the top floor. Through the glass doors, I could see a bunch of people in suits, sitting around the table, my brother included. Quentin stood at the head, his hands linked together in front of him.I was never even informed about a fucking meeting.I didn't bother knocking.I shoved the doors open and walked right in.Everyone turned, including Sebastian and Quentin, but my father didn't miss a beat. It was as though he'd been expecting me."Well, gentlemen
IRIS The second I opened my eyes, I regretted it. My head was pounding seriously. The light filtering through the curtains only made things worse, making me feel like my brain was getting stabbed. Hard. My tongue felt heavy, and my stomach… Oh my God. I stumbled across the room, barely making it to the bathroom in time to throw up the remnants of last night’s horrible choices. Everything fucking burned. My chest. My throat. My pride. Pressing my forehead against the cold toilet seat, I tried to get myself together. Tried so hard not to cry. And I succeeded, for the most part. By the time I was done brushing my teeth and washing my face, I still felt like hell. But at least it was a bit more bearable. I was starving. Hadn’t eaten a single thing since last night. Not before I drank the wine, and not after. Though I would’ve if not for her. Layla. I stepped out of my room into the main suite, ready to order room service, when I froze. Right there, in the middle of the coffee
IRIS The expression on Maverick’s face softened, and I felt my walls building up. “Iris—”The elevator dinged.I stepped out the second the doors opened, not waiting for him to follow. But I could feel him on my heels.Why the hell was I even feeling like this? Maverick and I weren’t a couple. Not in private, anyway.Deep down, I’d known that getting into a sexual relationship with him would ruin things. Make me get attached. Make me feel too much.But instead, I listened to my body. Not my mind.“I didn’t name the company after her,” Maverick said quietly. “Not like the way you think.”I scoffed. He really did think I was stupid. My hand on the door leading to my room, I started to twist the knob, but the next words that came out of Maverick’s mouth stopped me.“She died,” he said. “And I needed something that felt like purpose. I needed…” he trailed off, letting out a sharp breath.I tilted my head, unsure what I was hearing as I turned to face him. “What do you mean she died?”The
IRIS I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting at the bar. Twenty minutes? An hour? I’d drank enough wine to last me the rest of the week. Hell, maybe even two weeks.I was more than tipsy. I was drunk.Funny how I was only impulsively drinking so I could try to forget what had happened in the suite, but now, that was all I could think about.I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead.Layla.She was beautiful in a way that made me feel plain. More elegant than someone like me could ever be. She had captured Maverick’s heart once upon a time. And why wouldn’t she?All I could think about was her hand on his chest, on his jaw. The way Maverick looked at her. As if she was his whole world. Well, I mean, she had been at some point.But what if she still was?I didn’t know her, had never heard of her, but I could feel it. Maverick had once loved this woman. It made me think about him saying he doesn’t date. Was it because of her?Why the hell was she here? How on earth did she have access
MAVERICK “I can’t do this anymore.”The words felt like gravel in my throat, but I said them anyway. Because it wasn’t a matter of how I felt, it was a matter of necessity.This had to be done. For her. For me. For both of us.Layla stood frozen in the middle of my room, arms tightly wrapped around herself like she was trying to physically stop herself from falling apart.Her eyes searched mine. Wide. Wet. Disbelieving.“You… you don’t mean that.”“I do,” I said, softer now, but more firm. “We’re not good for each other, Layla. We haven’t been for a while.”We were an unhealthy pair. A toxic pair. And with everything that was going on in my life. My father. My brother. My grandfather…It was all too much. I couldn’t be here anymore. I couldn’t do this.Her head shook violently, and she let out a sharp laugh. “You’re just mad. We had a fight. Couples fight—”“This isn’t about just a fight,” I cut in, running my hand through my hair as I paced around my dorm room. “It’s the lies. The w