Blair was so thankful to be home. She couldn’t comprehend the kind of demon that had possessed her boss during their recent business trip. They had arrived home one day earlier than planned, but she was glad to be away from him. She was surprised that he hadn’t wanted her to return to the office with him. Instead, giving her the rest of the afternoon off.
He was being a real shithead. When he had dropped her off at her front door, she had really felt like flipping him the bird. But stilled her hand at the last moment in case he looked back in the rear-view mirror. He did seem to have eyes in the back of his head most of the time. Being gorgeous hadn’t improved his disposition. If anything, it made him more of an ass. She didn’t know what was going on. Roman seemed more irritable and on her part, he had been rubbing her the wrong way. Of the two years she had worked for him, these last two months were the worst. If he didn’t pay her so well… maybe she would tell him where to go. Blair gave a shake to her head. No, that wasn't true. Roman did look after his staff. Picking up her case. She headed to the front door of the three-bedroom townhouse she shared with her cousin Laura and her fiance Dan. Blair checked her watch. Dan wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet. She was going to surprise him with a romantic dinner. India was rarely home at night. Always out somewhere, partying with someone. Her cousin was a model. Not a supermodel or anything. But she was gorgeous. She knew how to make the most of it as well. Blair had never been interested in clothes or makeup. More interested in books. They had both moved to the city for different reasons. Laura to follow her modeling career and for Blair, it had been a chance to work for a great company like Kingston Industries. Under normally the great man himself Roman Kingston. The company had their fingers in so many pies, Blair was never bored. Even when Roman was being his most demanding. She loved her job. Fishing for her keys. She juggled her briefcase, handbag, and suitcase. Once the key was in the lock, it turned easily. Blair pushed the door open. Stepping inside, Blair put her handbag and suitcase down at the bottom of the stairs. Before heading into the lounge room where she kept a desk. Sitting her briefcase on top. Blair turned to make her way to the kitchen, pondering what to prepare for dinner. As she walked past the foot of the stairs, a sudden noise from upstairs caused her to halt in her tracks. Was there someone else in the house? Had she returned home to an intruder? Filled with panic, Blair took a step towards the front door, ready to flee. However, at that moment, she realized something. Laura. Unlike Blair and Dan, India didn’t adhere to their typical working hours. She often slept late and stayed out until the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t the first time Blair had found her slumped on the front steps as she was leaving for work in the morning. Blair wasn’t sure if she should call out now. What if it wasn’t her cousin? Looking around for a weapon just in case it was an intruder and not India. Blair saw her late father’s baseball bat she had always kept near the front door just in case she was home alone at night. Having the thing around made her feel safer. Picking it up, Blair weighted the bat. Before she put her first foot on the stairs. Did any of them creak? She couldn’t remember. Taking a deep breath to steady her heartbeat, Blair took one step at a time. Creeping up the stairs. When she reached the landing, she paused to listen. Saying under her breath. “Please be Laura, please be Laura and not some masked man waiting to jump out at me.” The hallway only went in one direction. There were four doors up here. Three for the bedroom and one for the shared bathroom. The only door ajar was the one to Dan and her bedroom. The rest were closed. But she would have to walk past the other doors to get to the master bedroom. It was then she heard Laura giggle and then a very male groan. She felt relief. It wasn’t a burglar. Instead, it sounded like her cousin had brought someone home. She was about to turn away and leave when she heard the voice of the male Laura was with. “God, yes.” “No, it can’t be. He wouldn’t.” Blair said in an almost silent whisper. He wouldn’t do this to her. He couldn’t. “Laura, you are so fucking hot.” Dan’s voice came from their bedroom. Blair’s eyes widened. He was having sex with Laura in their bedroom. Blair moved quietly down the hallway until she was standing outside her bedroom. Praying that this would be some huge misunderstanding. Blair braced herself for what she might see once she pushed the door open. Lifting a trembling hand to touch the wood of the door, she pushed it open carefully. The sight that greeted her was like a physical blow, causing her to take a step back. There in the middle of her bed was Dan laying flat on his back with a very naked Laura riding him. Laura had her hands threaded through his chest hair as she lifted her body up and down on his shaft. From this angle, she could see Dan's cock pushing in and out of her body. It was like watching a p**n movie. Blair had never seen anyone having sex before. Dan gripped Laura’s waist with one hand and the other held her ass. Guiding India’s movements. “Err. Yes, fuck me harder.” Laura cried. Blair lifted a hand to cover her mouth. As she watched, Dan’s grip tightened on India's ass, spreading her cheeks wider. Blair had never seen Laura naked before. Not like that truly mattered when she was currently having sex with her fiance. Blair wasn’t sure how Laura could do this to her. They had both watched India’s father cheat repeatedly on his wife. Creating a toxic environment in their home. The home she had shared with her cousin’s family when her own parents had died in a plane crash ten years ago when Blair had been just thirteen. She had thought if anyone would have the same views on faithfulness, it would be India after they had watched her mother suffer every time her cheating father got caught with his pants down. This had to be a dream. Blair pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t having a nightmare. When the sting of the pinch registered to her brain, Blair knew this was no nightmare. Which didn’t make sense. Dan hated India, had always hated Laura. They had all come from the same town. Their families knew each other. They had grown up together. Dan had often called Laura a slut and commented on her choice of clothing. How she was shallow, and she didn’t know how to hold a conversation. Now standing here witnessing them together, was it all a lie? Was he jealous of the men in Laura’s life? Was that why? `One thing she was sure of, Dan’s mum, Paula, would never accept Laura as a suitable wife for her son. So what was she to do now? She had no clue. How did someone manage a scenario like this? It was like a B-grade movie. She couldn’t pretend like this had never happened. She didn’t want him. Not now. Not after this. There was just something wrong with a woman taking a man back after something like this. Just the thought made her feel unclean. How long had this been happening? They had been living together for the past five months, ever since Dan moved in with her and Laura. They had decided to combine their living arrangements to cut down on expenses and save up for a house once they got married. “Laura, you are so goddamn tight.” Dan groaned as he arched his back. “Is my pussy better than Blair’s?” Laura asked, pumping harder over Dan’s body. Did she know Blair was standing here witnessing this? Was that why she had asked the question? Blair bit into her hand to stop from crying out. She had given her virginity to this man, and he was cheating on her. He had known how she would feel if she ever found out. She hadn’t planned on being home until tomorrow. She had wanted to surprise Dan tonight. So she hadn’t called to let him know. The surprise had been on her. She wanted to vomit. Blair could feel the cold sweat bead on her skin. This was… horrible. What did she do? Blair started to lift her other hand to grip the doorframe to keep herself upright. Believing her legs might do out from under her. But as her hand came up, she felt something in her hand, remembering she was still holding her father’s old baseball bat. Although she felt like using this on them, she couldn’t even with the pain coursing through her body. It wasn’t just the betrayal of her fiance that was bad enough this was her cousin. Someone she had trusted. But she couldn’t physically harm anyone, it just wasn't in her. So what now? Should she just leave and go to a motel because she wasn’t going to sleep in that bed ever again? She would burn it. There was no way to unsee this. There was no unwinding the clock. So she needed to deal with it. Taking her hand away from her face, Blair straightened her spine and let the hurt and anger drive her to do what needed doing. “While you two finish up, should I cook dinner?”“Fuck me.” Dan's head came up off the bed as he pushed Laura off his body. Blair could see the horror on his face when he saw her standing at the door. He had been caught with his pants down, or off, as it was in this case. Laura scrambled across the bed, pulling a blanket over her naked body. Her face was filled with shock, showing her cousin hadn’t known of Blair’s presence. The expression she wore was incredibly real and impossible to fake.“No thanks. Looks like Laura has taken care of that for you.” Blair was surprised how calm she sounded. When all she truly wanted to do was scream and shout and throw things. What would it accomplish? She would still have a broken relationship.“Blair! What are you doing home today?” Dan’s cock was wet and laying limp against his leg. Having his fiance walk in on him mustn’t be a turn on, it would seem.Blair lifted an eyebrow at him. “That’s what you are worried about? Might be an idea to cover up.”Blair was watching Dan with narrowed eyes. Sh
Blair waved down a taxi, settling into the back as quickly as she could, intent on getting out of here as fast as possible. She felt like getting drunk. But if she went to a bar alone during the day, that would be inviting trouble. She could feel the tears as they slid unchecked down her face. She had held herself together while she had confronted Dan and Laura. “Where to?” Asked the driver.Where to? That was a good question. Both her sisters Sutton and Keira would be working. For now, she needed to get away from here so she could think about her next move. She gave the taxi driver the address of her office. She would go there, clean up her face and then work out what to do. Maybe ring Sutton or Keira. The taxi pulled away from the kerb. The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror. “There are tissues in the center compartment if you need them, hon,” was all he said before turning his attention back to the road.Blair opened the compartment, pulling out the tissues. “Thank you.”
“Yo are not just an asshole but a shithead tooo. I always thought soo.” Blair knew the things she was saying could get her in trouble, but she couldn’t stop herself.Roman laughed, saying. “I think I should get you some coffee.”“Don’t want it. I want a man that isn’t a cheatin rat.” Blair looked at Roman. He really was very attractive. “Did yo ever cheat on your ex wife?” Blair had met Roman’s ex wife Jessica once. The experience hadn’t been pleasant. “Not all men cheat, Blair.” Roman said softly.“W… why did she leave yo then?” Blair was interested.“There are many reasons why a marriage breaks down Blair, not all of them have to do with cheating on the man’s part.” Blair watched as Roman whipped a hand across his face. It took her a moment to register what he had just said. Her mouth fell open. “She cheated on yo… was shee an idiot.” Her boss was gorgeous, with thick dark hair, the most intense gray eyes she had ever seen. A chiseled face with high cheekbones. He worked out three
Her heart pounded in her chest. Just by his kiss was enough to tell her there had been something wrong with her relationship. Dan had been the problem all along. She didn’t even love Roman. Found him to be all too arrogant. But what she was feeling from just his kiss was more than she had felt with heavy petting when Dan touched her. Blair pulled back to stare at him. Her boss raised an eyebrow. His expression... Blair was trying to put a word to it. “Blair, is everything alright?” His voice was calm, but there was a flicker of something else in his eyes… something that made her stomach twist. Was it amusement? Hunger? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care. Not right now. Her mind was whirling with her own emotions. She could feel the heat between her legs and how wet she had become from one kiss. Blair wasn’t sure if she should be ashamed. She had been with Dan and only Dan. Now she was getting all hot and heavy with her boss.She leaned in closer. She still held his tie, her grip o
Blair blinked at him, her surprise clear. She had never been the one to undress Dan when she had been with him; he had always taken the lead in their sex life. Their sexual encounters were usually prearranged, occurring once or twice a week when they were already in bed. Furthermore, she had never experienced being on top. “Blair, do as I say now.” There was a note to Roman’s voice she hadn’t heard before. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning.Blair took a deep breath before straightening up on her knees and reaching for his belt buckle. Her hands trembled as she carefully threaded the belt through the buckle. Roman laid his hands over hers. Blair lifted her eyes to his face, lips slightly parted as her breath came out labored. “Blair, this is your last chance to change your mind. Because once you unbuckle that belt, there will be no putting the horse back in the barn.” Roman removed his hands from hers, sliding both of his arms along the back of the lounge. “So, thi
At his words, the breath left Blair’s lungs. Just by the little she had already experienced with Roman. She knew he meant every word. She looked at his cock. She did not know what to do. Dan had never wanted her to do it. But from the shouting she had heard between Dan and Laura. He hadn’t minded Laura sucking his cock. Would Roman expect her to be skilled in this? She didn’t want to tell him she had never done it. Roman ran a hand over her head. “Take me in your mouth. I want to put your smart mouth to work.” Roman’s voice was low, commanding, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She blinked rapidly, trying to center herself. The smell of him was potent, making her mouth water. She just didn’t want to make a fool of herself. He leaned back on the chesterfield, holding his massive cock in his other hand. It was hard, throbbing, and glistening with pre-cum at the tip. Blair swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up into his face. The light coming in from the win
Blair opened her eyes to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. She blinked slowly, her mind fuzzy with sleep, and for a moment, she was disoriented.Then, memory flooded back… the office, getting drunk and having sex with her boss, the way Roman had taken control of her body and left her trembling in his arms. Her cheeks flushed at the thought, but beneath the embarrassment lingered a deep, aching satisfaction. Holy shit. What the hell has she got herself into?She shifted ever so slightly, prompting Roman’s arm, which was draped over her waist, to tighten on her. He was lying behind her, his breath steady against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her arms and filling her body with a rush of excitement.Blair felt his length pressing against her ass, already semi-hard and twitching with awareness. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized he wasn’t fully asleep. He was awake, just waiting for her to wake up.“Morning,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, roughened with sle
Blair turned to face him. Lifting her body up on the bed and leaning back against the bedhead, making sure the sheet stayed in place to cover her breast. Blair was a little surprised she only had a slight headache after drinking what she had last night. Roman tilted his head as he studied her. Sighing, he sat up on the bed to face her. “What is it?” He was totally unconcerned about his nakedness. Why would he? Not only was his body impressive, but his equipment was nothing to sneeze at, he also knew how to use it. Blair never realized what she was missing while involved with Dan. Blair looked down at her hands resting on her lap. Needing to look away from the heat in his eyes for a moment. He had always had a very intense gaze, and she squirmed a little because it was zeroed in on her now, after everything they had done. She felt the need to reach out and touch his chest and right now; they had to talk. Not have sex again. She didn’t think she could, anyway. She was just a little
Blair exhaled in relief as she stepped outside the hospital doors, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. Roman was beside her, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back, guiding her toward the waiting car. She was exhausted, her body still sore, but at least she was going home. It amazed her really that she was so tired. She had slept, but she was still tired. But during the time it had taken the nurses to come around with the paperwork for her to sign, all she had done was think. About why someone would want to kill her? And who had so much hatred toward her that they would go to such extremes?Ethan opened the back door of the sleek black SUV, nodding to Roman before stepping back into position. Roman helped her inside, making sure she was settled before joining her. As soon as the door shut, sealing them inside the quiet comfort of the car, she leaned her head back against the seat with a sigh.“God, I hate the smell of hospitals,” she murmured.Roman smirked, re
Seeing Sutton standing here waiting for him hadn’t surprised him. If it had been his sister Rose, he would be demanding answers as well. He had expected this conversation. He exhaled slowly, bracing himself.“What is it?” he asked, keeping his voice even.Sutton studied him for a moment before speaking. “I need to know something, and I need you to be honest with me, Roman. Is there any reason, any at all, that Blair would be in danger because of you?”Roman’s jaw tightened. “No. Well... I’m not one hundred percent sure, but it wouldn’t be business. Everything I do within business is legitimate. I have my men on it. They will not leave one stone unturned, and neither will I, Sutton. You have my word.”Sutton didn’t back down. “Are you sure you didn’t make an enemy in business? Someone with a grudge? Someone that lost out in a deal? Something from your past? Because I swear to God, if you have knowingly put her in danger—”Roman cut her off, his voice firm but calm. “I would never put B
Roman stood by Blair’s bedside, watching as she spoke quietly with her sisters. She was still pale, exhaustion clear in the soft lines of her face, but there was a fire in her eyes that reassured him. She was strong, but even the strongest needed protection. And he would make damn sure she had it.He needed to make some calls, so with one last glance at her, he squeezed her hand and murmured, “I’ll be back soon. I just need to make a few calls. Try to get some rest.”Blair gave him a small smile. “You don’t have to hover, you know. My sisters are here to do enough of that for you.”Keira smirked from her chair. “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll keep her entertained. You go do your brooding billionaire thing.”Roman rolled his eyes but smirked. He actually liked Blair’s sisters, even Keira, who had a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor. She was the kind of woman who would be a handful for any man. Sutton, on the other hand, had a quiet intensity that reminded him of himself. She took respon
Blair stirred as she slowly became aware of the steady beeping of a heart monitor and the faint murmur of voices around her. The antiseptic scent of the hospital filled her nose, and the stiffness in her body reminded her that she was definitely not in her own bed. Her head ached, a dull, persistent throb, and her ankle was elevated, wrapped tightly.Before she could fully open her eyes, she felt the warm, firm grip of a familiar hand holding hers.“Blair,” Roman’s voice was quiet but filled with intensity. “Are you awake?”She forced her eyes open, blinking against the brightness of the room. Roman was seated beside her, his expression unreadable but the tension in his posture evident. His other hand rested on her thigh over the hospital blanket, his grip grounding her. He looked… well, rumpled. Not his normal self.“Hey,” she murmured, her voice raspy. “You look like hell.”Roman let out a breath, something between a laugh and a scoff. “You’re the one in the hospital bed, sweetheart
Ethan barely had time to move Blair into a sitting position before the sound of screeching tires tore through the air. She almost flinched after what had happened yesterday. But it was Roman’s car that came to a halt so fast it nearly skidded, the driver-side door flinging open before the vehicle had fully stopped. Roman was out in an instant, his eyes locking on Blair where she sat on the pavement with Ethan crouched beside her. She could see that Peters was with him.His face was thunderous as he strode toward them, looking around at the broken concrete shattered around the ground. “What the fuck happened?”Ethan straightened. “That,” he pointed to the pieces of concrete, “fell from the building. Miss Warner was almost hit. I pushed them both out of the way. Unfortunately, they both hit the sidewalk and the side of the building pretty hard.”But at least she hadn’t got her head crashed in by a fulling building. There was no way of surviving that.Roman’s jaw clenched, his gaze flick
Blair spent most of the morning at her desk, Roman locked away in back-to-back meetings. Her body still ached from yesterday, but the heat from the shower had helped, along with Roman’s skilled hands. She glanced at her phone, debating whether she should call her sisters now or wait until lunch.She decided to wait until lunch and sent them both a message in their group chat:Blair: Can you both talk during lunch? Something happened yesterday. I want to tell you myself before you hear it elsewhere.Keira responded first.Keira: You can’t just say that and expect me to wait. I already feel a stroke coming on.Sutton: Is it Roman? Because if he’s being a dick, I’ll come down there myself.Blair rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.Blair: It’s not Roman. I’ll call you at lunch. Is noon okay?Sutton replied with a simple: Fine. That meant she wasn’t happy about waiting, but she would tolerate it… barely.Keira: Okay, but my brain has gone into overdrive.The day moved slowly, ten
Blair stirred, her body heavy with sleep, warmth cocooning her from all sides. She stretched slightly, only to pause when she felt eyes on her. Slowly, she blinked her way awake, turning her head to find Roman watching her from his place beside her.“You’re staring,” she murmured, her voice husky from sleep.Roman’s lips curved slightly. “You’re beautiful when you sleep.”Blair felt a flush creep up her neck as she buried her face into the pillow. “That’s unfair. I probably look a mess.” Thinking her long hair would be all over the place.“You look like mine,” he said simply, reaching out to brush his fingers over her cheek.She exhaled softly, leaning into his touch. “I am yours. Sir…”His eyes darkened at her words, and for a moment, she thought he might roll over and claim her all over again. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers in a slow, lazy kiss that sent warmth spiraling through her.Then he groaned, pressing his forehead against hers. “Fuck. I have a meeting at nine.
The fear of nearly losing her had wrapped around him like a vice, choking him. But now, with the danger momentarily at bay, something darker, deeper clawed its way to the surface, a need so raw it made his fingers flex involuntarily at his sides.Blair looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching his face. “Roman… Sir-”He was on her before she could finish, his mouth crushing hers, swallowing whatever words she had been about to say. His kiss was not gentle. It was desperate, punishing, a silent claim that bordered on possession. She gasped against his lips, her fingers clenching in his shirt as he backed her against the wall.“Tell me you’re okay,” he demanded, his breath hot against her skin as he trailed his lips down her jaw, nipping at the delicate flesh of her throat. “Tell me you can take this.”Blair’s pulse hammered, but it wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. The raw hunger in his voice, the way his hands gripped her hips like he was barely restraining himself, sent liquid heat
Roman helped Blair up, his powerful arms steadying her as she wobbled slightly. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving her legs weak and her hands trembling. Without hesitation, he scooped her up, ignoring her protests, and carried her to his car. Ethan opened the door, ensuring a smooth transition as Roman settled her inside. Roman shut her door. She watched as he thanked Ethan before moving around the car.She sat in silence as Roman drove, her mind replaying the near accident. If it had even been an accident? It played over and over again in her mind. What if she had stepped off the curb? Would Ethan have been there in time? Would she be laying in the hospital or the morgue? The thought was frightening.Her pulse was still erratic, her body unable to shake the lingering fear. Roman’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his jaw clenched, his entire body radiating controlled fury. Blair could see he was thinking of what had happened, or nearly happened. She was lucky, except for s