"Ames, darling, you worry me." Linc Tanner, my billionaire stepfather breathes into the phone, and heat rises to my face at that damn nickname. That nickname coming out from his forbidden lips, capable of making my toes curl, my knees bent before him, taking all of him deep into my throat. ♠︎ ♠︎ ♠︎ The first day she came in contact with her stepfather, Amelia felt something shift in the air. Linc exudes menace. There's something about him that overwhelmed her. As the years passed—she found this magnetism toward him. It drew her in so deeply that despite knowing how wrong it was to find her stepfather attractive and lust after him, she couldn’t talk herself out of it. It was every shade of wrong. She should’ve been disgusted. Her pussy still clenched every time she thought about him, the way he looks at her, those dark eyes filled with a ring of lust and primal hunger. It melted her, it soaked her. It drenched her. When Amelia received a call to intern in her billionaire stepfather's company throughout the summer break, Amelia is terrified of what awaits her back in his New York City mansion where just three years ago after her mother's death and till now, she had been fighting against her treacherous feelings for him. He's been the only object of her wildest fantasies. Oh, the things she had thought about him doing to her, they were illicit. Filthy. Completely taboo. But Amelia is determined not to let her secret attraction override her judgments. Only if Linc would share the same resolve. She got the shock of her life when he didn't, and that is where the lines get blurrier for them.
View MoreSomething very vital that is just out of my reach.I hear footsteps at a distance that I can't judge from my position, bound on this metal chair, but it is clear that it is someone walking by. I can't mistake the rhythmic sound of hard boots slamming on the cement floor."Is someone there?" I yell, but the sound comes out pathetic. Low and weak. My throat is parched. I am tired and I am scared.I have just been kidnapped. I don't know what to think. My best friend betrayed me. My heart lies in a million shattered pieces at the bottom of my stomach.The footsteps stop. Then it starts moving again, but by the faint sound of each step, I can tell it is receding instead of coming towards me. I clear my throat and open my mouth."Hello! Who is there! Help! Hello!" My voice echoes back at me emptily. Whoever it was is gone. I sag dejectedly into the uncomfortable metal chair. My body heat has warmed it to a point, but my back is bent at an angle that makes my whole body hurt. I don't know h
Amelia POV::I taste the salt in my mouth before I gain consciousness fully. It doesn't alarm me as much as the tight binds eating into my wrists and ankles. I am bound to a cold metal chair, and the room is bare with dull walls, dark except for a lone light bulb that keeps fluttering. It could as well have been off. I can't judge the size of the room because of the dimness, but I get the sense that it is a huge building. A warehouse, probably. And I am confined to a corner of it.Panic floods into my bloodstream as the last of my consciousness slids into place. I feel a revolt so foreign that it shocks me to the core.Tyler. At my apartment complex. Those cold, emotionless blue eyes. The sneer that marred his face, transforming his usual handsome features into a severe hateful mask.That scream I heard before passing out was undeniably Ashley's. My heart slams around in my ribcage with the implication of what it meant for Tyler to have been in my apartment. For Ashley to have called
"Okay, sir. I get you. We will get to work immediately." Mrs. Delgado says calmly.I end the call without waiting for Mr. Harvey, the lawyer, to chip in. I am sick of the seemingly endless back and forth conversation. I just need it fixed. And now. I am so mad that I predicted the angle this shit would take once it hit right. I had hoped I was just being paranoid. But now I know better. People are insane. Why the fuck would Amelia be roped into this? How did Arthur even know about her? Kathryn rarely talks about her daughter to her flings.I push all the thoughts aside as I walk out the office."Mr. Dmitri, sir, you have backlogged meetings. I have got the most important on hold right now, are you on your way out already?" Charlotte follows me as I head straight for the elevator, when I step inside the waiting car without so much as turning to look at her or even acknowledge her with a word, she turns around, getting the message.Nothing is as important as getting back to Amelia right
Then, the call cuts off abruptly."Ashley? Ashley? Are you there?" I yell into the phone. Something doesn't feel right. There is no time to think clearly about what she said as I hurry to the elevator, my heart thumping loudly in my ears.The elevator is in use and I stamp my feet in place, anxious to get on. My apartment is on the topmost floor else I would have taken the stairs. Something feels urgent. Ashley is acting strange and I get the sense that it has nothing or everything to do with our weakened bond.I am glad to see that the elevator is headed down here, but when it opens in front of me, my blood runs cold at the sight of Tyler standing alone in it. His cold eyes look me over and a malicious smirk creeps up his handsome face.I take a step back when he steps out, feeling the survival instinct kick, screaming at me to put as much distance between us. I am numb. My mind races with a million unfinished thoughts. Each bouncing off the last, never quite following a pattern."He
"I am sorry, ma'am. You can't leave. Orders from Mr. Dmitri." Creed repeats the mantra. I wonder if he even recognises me. He looks the same as three years ago. The stoic looking middle aged security agent that mans the main entrance to the mansion. I know he doesn't work alone, he is just the one that you see. And he is a mean looking bastard, I don't think I have ever seen him smile.I am exasperated at this point. I am barely holding myself from lashing out at his cool demeanour as he sits there in his cubicle, eyes concealed behind thick dark glasses, big lips held in a straight line."I am literally going out to meet him. Should I call him and tell him you're being a stuck up and keeping him waiting?" I yell so my voice carries over across the partition of his cubicle. The glass looks solid and heavy but I know he can hear the slightest sound. Even though he keeps his expression neutral.Creed turns his head to look at me, my lie must have gotten him to waver. I just have to keep
I am sure she must be smiling in her grave. I catch myself pursuing that line of thought, it is so dark."Hm. So, you really didn't know they were separated because she cheated? You didn't even know why she was in Paris?" Her voice is laden with suspicion, but it flies over my head, I am so distraught, I can't think straight.I didn't even know she had been in Paris. And yet when I got the call about her accident, I believed she was on vacation or something out there, I didn't know she had been living there for weeks."You know I didn't. Did you know how badly I beat myself up over what I had with Linc? If I knew, the guilt wouldn't have been as overpowering. And even when I did, it still felt wrong. I couldn't accept it. I mean, I knew my mother wasn't a saint, but I couldn't come to terms with how much Linc swept under the rug and was there for her in her last moment. He forgave her even when she didn't deserve it." I say, my thoughts rambling."Yeah. I don't know Linc, but he defin
I open the messages first, and Natalie, my classmate from BYU, one of the very few people I talk to has sent me multiple messages since last night asking if I am okay. What is she talking about? I scroll up to the first message and it is a link to an article. I click on it with my heart in my throat.By the time I finish reading it, I am shaking. I think I am more scarred by the intimate paintings of my mother than the implications of the article. In all three paintings, Kathryn is in different poses, utterly naked. Vulnerable and yet disturbingly beautiful. I can't wipe the images out of my head even if I tried. That was my mother. It is not exactly far- fetched from what I knew she was capable of, but to see evidence of it, so stark and shameless, it takes my breath away. The paintings are life-like. Detailed. And so disturbing, fucking hell.The artist, Arthur Beau doesn't ring a bell for a short second before I am remembering an afternoon in Linc's office where he was turning me a
"Uh, I have to drop into the office real quick." I say and take a sip of my coffee. Black, unsweetened. Exactly how I like it."Is something wrong?""Uh. No. I just have to handle something important real quick. I will be right back. Don't leave the house. I will tell Creed at the gate not to let anyone in without verifying with you or me." I take more sips of the coffee to wake me up and clear out my head. I avoid her searching eyes. I hate lying to her. I will tell her when I get back. After we hear from Tyler. After. After."You should tell me if there is something wrong, Linc. You look panicked, I have never known you to panic." Amelia doesn't move away from me. She takes a small step forward, closing the distance between us. But our bodies don't touch. It is like she knows that is the line we can't help but cross. Once our bodies make contact, there is no going back."I will tell you once I have it under control." I say, taking a step back. I hate how her face falls."If Tyler ca
"Okay sir. By the time I realised what he intended to do, it was almost too late. The exhibition was already set in motion. He had the venue, reporters and social media bloggers. I tried reaching you to know what would be the ideal next step. At that point, it was possible to stop the exhibition if we acted. It seemed he was able to keep the loan sharks on his neck at bay by promising them that his latest exhibition was going to be a hit. I think he came to you to try manipulate some money so he can finance the exhibition and make it a bigger event. When he realised you were not going to yield and he couldn't keep the loan sharks away anymore, he decided to hold the exhibition anyway. Capitalising on your name and Kathyrn Tanner's. He is a rat bastard, alright." Abbie's voice is hard over the phone. I can imagine her serious face pinched and angry. She has spent weeks following a dead end."Yeah. Where are you?" There is something gnawing at the back of my mind. It is not a full pictu
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