IRIS
(Two years later) “Where is it?” I groaned as I searched my carry-on for the umpteenth time on the verge of tears. I was exhausted. I had been up since dawn, triple-checking my bags, confirming my flight details, and making sure that I had everything necessary for my journey home. But now, as I stood in the middle of the Amsterdam airport. I could feel the frustration and irritation building slowly beneath my skin. Because my passport was gone. Fucking missing. I turned everything out of my suitcase and onto the floor, praying that maybe I’d lost it in my clothes or something. But it was no use. I’d checked a million times and it wasn’t in any of my bags. I cursed under my breath, feeling my heart begin to race as panic crept in. I’d already met the security officers, and they had directed me to the lost and found to see if anyone had turned it in, but no such luck. I had no idea where I had even dropped it or when I had last seen it. The authorities at the airport said there was nothing else they could do for me since the embassy was closed and would only open in a few hours. So until then, I would have to wait to get an emergency passport. That was going to take several hours. “Shit,” I cursed again. I had to get home. I hadn’t seen my daughter in three months. As if on cue, my phone buzzes in my hand. My best friend, Megan, was requesting a video chat. “Hey, why aren’t you here yet?” she asked without preamble the moment I answered. “Funny story,” I said, trying to laugh it off and failing. “I lost my fucking passport. I can’t find it anywhere.” “What?” Megan gaped at me. “How the hell did that happen? Where did you put it?” I ran my hand down my face. “I don’t know, Meg, but I’m freaking out right now.” “Well, did you go to the authorities? What have they said?” “I have to wait until the embassy reopens in about six hours to get an emergency passport which will take another few hours.” I exhaled. “Fuck,” Megan cursed. I heard a toddler coo in the background and my heart warmed. “Hey, not in front of my daughter,” I playfully scolded. My daughter, Amethyst, had been in Megan’s care for the three months that I was away. I was grateful to Megan for being there whenever I needed her. She’d been my backbone since we met over a year ago when I was pregnant. Megan snorted. “As if she can understand me.” She walked out of camera range for a few seconds, and when she came back, she was with my daughter. My baby girl. The moment she spotted me, she started speaking gibberish, her grey eyes lighting up. I smiled back at her, marveling like I always did, about how much she resembled her father. “She misses you,” Megan said, grinning at me. “I know,” was my response. A few minutes later, we ended the call on the agreement that I would at least return to the hotel to rest for a few hours or at least until the embassy opened. Exhaustion wearing me out, I headed towards the bathroom to freshen up a bit before leaving. I only hoped that the authorities would let me leave. I adjusted one of my bags on my shoulder, frustrated that it kept slipping. “I don’t fucking need this right n—” I barely completed my sentence before I slammed into a solid chest. Strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me before I could fall. “You alright?” The voice was deep and rich—not as rich as the quality of the suit that the owner was wearing, though. I opened my mouth to apologize, but then I looked up and the apology froze on my tongue. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an Armani suit that was tailored to perfection. The shadow of a stubble lined his sharp jaw. And those grey eyes, those familiar grey eyes studied me with an intensity that made my heart race. Memories of me on my knees and his hand gripping my throat assaulted me. Before me was someone whom I never thought I would see again. The father of my child. “I–yeah. I’m fine,” I stuttered, stepping back. He let go, but his gaze didn't waver. My hand tightened around the handle of my suitcase as I sought escape. He was the last person I wanted to see. I didn't live my life on the low for the past two years just for my cover to be blown. But apparently, my cover wasn’t blown, because the next words he spoke took me aback. “You look vaguely familiar. Have we met before?” My stomach sank. He didn’t remember me. Of course, he didn't. Why would he? “Um, no,” I replied. “I don’t believe so.” The lie burned like acid on my tongue. I continued, “If you’ll excuse me.” I proceeded to walk past him, walking into the bathroom and heading straight for the sinks. Was I that unforgettable? I heaved a sigh. Men just continued to make me feel small. But then again, it was a one-night stand, and maybe it was for the best that he didn't remember me. He didn't owe me anything. And he didn't have to know about Amethyst. Grabbing the bag that contained my toiletries, I began to search for my tampons. I’d felt my period coming so I needed to change. But, like my passport, my tampons had gone missing. “It never fucking ends!” I nearly screeched. I knew I saw them only a few minutes ago. I decided to retrace my steps, walking out of the bathroom. But I halted in my tracks when I saw the same man from earlier leaning against the wall. And in his hands was my blue box of tampons. “Hello, Mia,” the stranger said, grinning at me with the most perfect teeth I had ever seen on a human being. I was fucking doomed.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 intimi
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 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