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“Okay, Rob. We’ve covered every single point on our agenda, so we can stop here.” With a quick gesture, Paxton closed his notebook and rubbed his temples. His head was aching. A consequence of his lack of sleep and too much work.“Can I get you something, Paxton?” his collaborator asked. “Would you like me to call the butler?”“No, don’t worry. I’m fine,” Paxton replied. “Listen, I know how crazy your schedule is, so thanks again for coming here.”“Don’t mention it. I was passing through Abu Dhabi on my way to Bangkok anyway, so stopping here is no big deal. Besides, you know how much I love my job. And Ridgway is like a playground for me.”“Yeah… Working for the craziest Ridgway of them all…” he said, and a bitter laugh escaped his throat.“You gave me an opportunity when I was just a youngblood. I like your business vision. I envy your sixth sense when it comes to new projects. This is why I’ll always play on your team.” Robert Midland was his right hand in the M
Rhiannon looked in the dining room from the little kitchen window. He was there… again. It was his ninth morning in a row, coming to the “King’s Wish” for breakfast and this thing was becoming so damn exasperating. What point was he trying to make? Why was he tormenting her with his unrequested attention and presence?“The nerve of this guy!” she murmured extremely irritated. “Coming in my restaurant uninvited, bothering me endlessly, giving me the eye, acting like he cares about the baby or me, for that matter… Who is he trying to fool?” Sandra, her friend, entered the kitchen and saw her near the window, spying around the dining room of the restaurant. When Sandra saw who was Rhiannon watching, a little smirk appeared on her lips.“I think you should go out there and give him your two cents or stop right now whatever it is you’re doing, Rina,” she said, handing a note to one of the sous-chefs. “Eighter way, you need to do something because sta
Rhiannon raced ahead of Sandra. She was determined to get as far away as possible from Sandra since her friend wouldn’t stop nagging Rhiannon about Paxton… Again.“I really think you should reconsider giving Paxton a chance, Rina,” Sandra was saying as she caught up to Rhiannon after stooping to tie her tennis shoe. Rhiannon, who had finally had enough, stopped abruptly and gave Sandra a harsh look.“I mean... If someone like Paxton was interested in me and wanted to ‘buy me’ as you put it,” Sandra continued, undeterred, “I’d let him.”“Listen, Sandy. I came here to exercise and relax and get away from my problems for a change. But I can’t since you’re mentioning the biggest of them all. So, please stop talking about Paxton or go home right now.”
Paxton entered the kitchen, put the food case on the table, then walked out and started looking around the penthouse for her. He peeked in her old bedroom but the lights were off.“Stubborn woman…” he said slowly, returning to the living room. “I’m sure she went to the restaurant…” After her fall, with the help of her mother, Paxton had convinced Rhiannon to move back into his penthouse for a few days. So, once again, she was installed in his downstairs guest suite behind his kitchen. He was in the process of acquiring the first-floor apartment he’d mentioned to her a few days before the stairway accident, but Paxton hadn’t told her yet because he didn’t want to argue about it. For the past two evenings they’d spent the early hours after work together, and in an effort to gain her trust, he’d deliberately kept things light and friendly. What they had was still too fragile, so Paxton hadn’t touched her. He didn’t force her into doing anythin
This time, Rhiannon participated fully in the kiss, opening her mouth under his, raising her hands to rest them on the iron slabs of muscle on his shoulders. When his tongue met hers again, she dug her nails into his shoulders, making him groan with satisfaction. Paxton pulled her closer and she abandoned completely to that embrace. Sheer pleasure rose and surged through her body, blood rushing through her veins, her flesh sensitized and tingling with exquisite sensation at each brush of his body against hers. His lips moved over hers possessively, his tongue pushing past, taking languid tastes of hers as heat built and surged through her senses. Rhiannon was lost in the pleasure, lost in each taste of the wild passion she was given. Paxton’s mouth moved down the column of her neck, his tongue taking flicking tastes of her skin. He opened the bathrobe, revealing her breasts. A moan escaped her lips, an electric sensation racing through her at
Spiked high heels clicked impatiently on the wooden floor as Bridget Madison, Paxton’s realtor, pointed out the many charms of the truly lovely apartment he wanted her to move into.“Well, what do you think?” Bridget asked.“I don’t know…”“You already live in the neighborhood, so you know how wonderful the Upper West Side is. The people in this building are all young, hardworking professionals like yourself. Paxton wants you to have the apartment so badly he’s willing to meet the seller’s first price.”“What?!”“Believe me, sweetie. Paxton never goes to contract without negotiating. You have no idea how utterly ruthless he can be. I’ve seen it in person. Brutal and so damn hot.”“Oh, I have an idea.” A very good idea. That’s why she still felt wary about their relationship even though he’d been so transparent and so tender lately, coming home to her, enjoying their time together.“For a lower floor, the apartment is amazingly sunny.” Bridget’s
Hey, Y'all!!!!This romantic adventure is slowly coming to an end. There are 4 chapters left. Currently, I'm working on the last 2 chapters. So, since I would like to publish all 4 chapters on the same day (May 26th or May 27th), there isn’t going to be an update on May 25th (Sorry about this, Dyvia Gupta. I hope you’ll understand). I know it's an ambitious project, but I've done it several times, so I'm absolutely sure I can pull this off.I would like to tag this book ‘completed’ on Monday, but I’m gonna need your help in doing so… To be more precise, I’m going to need your opinion on the book: if the story is really finished, if I need to add something else… etc., etc. So, leave a comment or a review with your feedback on the story. Because once I will write ‘The End’, I won’t get back on this story (editing an entire book months after is pure torture!) And last but not least, my gratitude to you all, for the funny comments, for your time and money, and your gems. Every single one
He was standing in a chair, watching her sleeping peacefully in her new bedroom. After their last conversation in his office, Rhiannon had allowed him to help her get out of her old lease and move into the apartment he’d bought for her. She’d agreed to pay him the same rent she’d paid her previous landlord. Eight weeks had passed since she’d accepted his help. The dialogue between them improved substantially. Both were much more open with each other. He looked forward to every moment he had with her. She was everything he needed and desired in a woman but hadn’t known he had to have. Throughout those two months, Paxton put everything else on stand-by and gave Rhiannon his undivided attention. He wasn’t afraid of showing Rhiannon his soft side anymore. Paxton had told her things about himself she didn’t know, and he listened to Rhiannon’s story, before and after Kieran’s arrival in her life. Ever since her fall, Paxton wanted to create a differe
Hey, Y'all!!!!Another romantic adventure came to an end. It has been such an interesting ride. It has been funny, sad, frustrating, tearful, annoying (Yes, I've said it!), but all in all, it has been the most fulfilling writing experience I've had in the last eight months. The plot came out of nowhere, pushing me to give birth to this love story. In no time, Rhiannon and Paxton took over me, and... the rest, as they say, is history. I saw all your comments, and I've seen how much some of you enjoyed the story. Nonetheless, a few of you had some slight issues with some parts of it. In my defense, all I can say is... I've tried my best to please everybody, and I'm sorry I let down some of you. But think of it this way... This story is a figment of my imagination. These are my thoughts, my ideas, and, unfortunately, they might not match yours all the time. Please, don't hold it against me. I'll do better next time. Speaking of... next time, I'm planning to start a new story in a coupl
Rhiannon walked into the bedroom where Paxton was already lying on the bed. Propped on his elbow, he watched as she started preparing her clothes for the next day, and the glitter in his eyes told her what was to come. Her breath hitched in her throat. Rhiannon never got tired of that look. It was tender and possessive. It was dark and loving. It was all the things that made her feel cherished beyond measure.“Undress for me, darlin’,” he said in a quiet voice. “I want to see you and our baby.” She smiled, and obeyed gladly. Her hands slid to the buttons of her shirt. Slowly, she pulled away her clothing, letting the shirt and then her pants drift to the floor until she was clad in only her panties and bra. Then, she reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. The straps slid over her shoulders and the cups came away, baring her breasts to his avid gaze. They were much heavier now, and they were tender and swollen from her pregnancy. Paxton
When the intercom buzzed for the tenth time, Paxton got to his feet, swaying slightly. How many shots of scotch had he had? On unsteady feet, Paxton crossed the room that was littered with newspapers and business magazines and answered his intercom.“‘Paxton… It’s me, baby. It’s Tori.’” What?! Why was she here? “Go the fuck away!” he exclaimed.“‘Baby… let me in. I want to talk to you about Riccardo…’”“No need! Keep him and stay away from me!” He cut the connection and poured himself another scotch. Then, Paxton slumped onto his couch again and tortured himself with more memories of Rhiannon. Rhiannon with her cute baby bump climbing on top of him… Rhiannon all covered in chocolate pudding… Rhiannon sleeping peacefully in his arms…“What the fuck are you doing, you loser?” he yelled at himself. “Stop dreaming about her! She’s not yours! She’ll never be yours. You treated her like shit, accused her of
With shocking, devastating suddenness their affair was over. ‘I love you, Rhiannon. I love that sweet baby growing up inside you… You two are what’s important to me…’ His words were still haunting her. Rhiannon stared up at her bedroom ceiling. Feeling lost and uncertain, she’d been staring at it for hours. Rhiannon had known she’d be hurt when he left her, but the pain that pulsed in the center of her being was too much to bear. It was as if all hope for happiness was draining out of her like blood seeping from a fatal wound. Hours later, when the sun turned the rooftops in her neighborhood bloodred, she got up, dressed, and walked out of her apartment, feeling heavy from her long, sleepless night. Hoping to clear her head, Rhiannon made her way toward the park. She wanted to be around noisy cars on their way to offices and schools, around people rushing to catch buses or subway trains. Near the park, she bought he
He was standing in a chair, watching her sleeping peacefully in her new bedroom. After their last conversation in his office, Rhiannon had allowed him to help her get out of her old lease and move into the apartment he’d bought for her. She’d agreed to pay him the same rent she’d paid her previous landlord. Eight weeks had passed since she’d accepted his help. The dialogue between them improved substantially. Both were much more open with each other. He looked forward to every moment he had with her. She was everything he needed and desired in a woman but hadn’t known he had to have. Throughout those two months, Paxton put everything else on stand-by and gave Rhiannon his undivided attention. He wasn’t afraid of showing Rhiannon his soft side anymore. Paxton had told her things about himself she didn’t know, and he listened to Rhiannon’s story, before and after Kieran’s arrival in her life. Ever since her fall, Paxton wanted to create a differe
Hey, Y'all!!!!This romantic adventure is slowly coming to an end. There are 4 chapters left. Currently, I'm working on the last 2 chapters. So, since I would like to publish all 4 chapters on the same day (May 26th or May 27th), there isn’t going to be an update on May 25th (Sorry about this, Dyvia Gupta. I hope you’ll understand). I know it's an ambitious project, but I've done it several times, so I'm absolutely sure I can pull this off.I would like to tag this book ‘completed’ on Monday, but I’m gonna need your help in doing so… To be more precise, I’m going to need your opinion on the book: if the story is really finished, if I need to add something else… etc., etc. So, leave a comment or a review with your feedback on the story. Because once I will write ‘The End’, I won’t get back on this story (editing an entire book months after is pure torture!) And last but not least, my gratitude to you all, for the funny comments, for your time and money, and your gems. Every single one
Spiked high heels clicked impatiently on the wooden floor as Bridget Madison, Paxton’s realtor, pointed out the many charms of the truly lovely apartment he wanted her to move into.“Well, what do you think?” Bridget asked.“I don’t know…”“You already live in the neighborhood, so you know how wonderful the Upper West Side is. The people in this building are all young, hardworking professionals like yourself. Paxton wants you to have the apartment so badly he’s willing to meet the seller’s first price.”“What?!”“Believe me, sweetie. Paxton never goes to contract without negotiating. You have no idea how utterly ruthless he can be. I’ve seen it in person. Brutal and so damn hot.”“Oh, I have an idea.” A very good idea. That’s why she still felt wary about their relationship even though he’d been so transparent and so tender lately, coming home to her, enjoying their time together.“For a lower floor, the apartment is amazingly sunny.” Bridget’s
This time, Rhiannon participated fully in the kiss, opening her mouth under his, raising her hands to rest them on the iron slabs of muscle on his shoulders. When his tongue met hers again, she dug her nails into his shoulders, making him groan with satisfaction. Paxton pulled her closer and she abandoned completely to that embrace. Sheer pleasure rose and surged through her body, blood rushing through her veins, her flesh sensitized and tingling with exquisite sensation at each brush of his body against hers. His lips moved over hers possessively, his tongue pushing past, taking languid tastes of hers as heat built and surged through her senses. Rhiannon was lost in the pleasure, lost in each taste of the wild passion she was given. Paxton’s mouth moved down the column of her neck, his tongue taking flicking tastes of her skin. He opened the bathrobe, revealing her breasts. A moan escaped her lips, an electric sensation racing through her at
Paxton entered the kitchen, put the food case on the table, then walked out and started looking around the penthouse for her. He peeked in her old bedroom but the lights were off.“Stubborn woman…” he said slowly, returning to the living room. “I’m sure she went to the restaurant…” After her fall, with the help of her mother, Paxton had convinced Rhiannon to move back into his penthouse for a few days. So, once again, she was installed in his downstairs guest suite behind his kitchen. He was in the process of acquiring the first-floor apartment he’d mentioned to her a few days before the stairway accident, but Paxton hadn’t told her yet because he didn’t want to argue about it. For the past two evenings they’d spent the early hours after work together, and in an effort to gain her trust, he’d deliberately kept things light and friendly. What they had was still too fragile, so Paxton hadn’t touched her. He didn’t force her into doing anythin