The car stopped in front of the G&K Enterprises."I have to do some work. You're coming, it won't take long." Carlton said.I thought we were going home, but nope.Ashley, his secretary, was outside. "Mr. Williams, big problem," she said, looking worried."Brief me," Carlton said.We went inside. "The new face cream has bad reviews. People are saying it burns their skin," Ashley explained, closing the door behind her."What? We tested it, right?" Carlton inquired."Yeah, but it seemed fine at the time," Ashley responded.I settled into the chair across from Carlton's desk."Our stocks are taking a hit," Ashley continued."Can I take a look at the cream?" I requested, rising from my seat.My dad used to create skincare products, so I have some knowledge about them, but I don't think it will be enough to solve this issue."Here," she said, handing me the product."What were the complaints?" I asked Ashley, scanning the ingredients on the product."After applying, skin burns occur, and
DAYS LATER.I became the head of the research and development department. Carlton also stopped having so much control over my life. I have my car now, a sleek Porsche, and the freedom to go wherever I please. Well, almost - I have to inform Carlton before I leave — even though he is just overprotective and I'm not really in danger. And yeah, I also have a curfew.I stepped out of my car and locked it, then headed towards the building. I saw someone causing a commotion. I moved closer to see Josh. I widened my eyes and quickly ran to the security holding him back."Sorry, I know him," I whispered. They released him, and I dragged him to a corner."What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."You've changed so much, Amor," He said."Stop calling me that!" I raised my voice a little."So fucking pretty, remember those days, me and you..." He bit his lip, which made my stomach turn in disgust."Leave, right now.""Your daughter has arrhythmia.""What do you mean by
WARNING! SENSITIVE CONTENT AHEAD.CARLTONI entered the dimly lit warehouse, my footsteps echoing against the concrete floor."Who would have thought this is how I'd return the favour?"Damien Crosse said. I met Damien a year ago in Italy. Father had sent me there on some business. I was in my hotel suite when this girl bursts in, bleeding all over the place. She begged me to hide her from the guys chasing her. If I didn't help her, she'd die right there in my room due to the amount of blood she was losing.I locked the door and checked out her wounds. She had been stabbed three times. I managed to stop the bleeding, but I knew she needed more help than I could give her. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she freaked out, saying she'd be in even more danger if I did. Some guy was coming for her, she said. I didn't know who she was or why she was being chased. Minutes later, I heard a knock at the door and asked who it was. He claimed to be there for his girlfriend, I confirme
SAMANTHAHe should have told me I had a child! I would have moved mountains to provide for her, to be a mother to her. But no, he kept it a secret, leaving me in the dark while our daughter suffered. The thought of her tiny hands and feet, her innocent eyes, being neglected by him and the cold orphanage, it's a constant torment. A heavy weight of guilt crushes my chest, making it hard to breathe. If I ever lay eyes on Josh again, I might kill him. I'm still torn, but I signed a contract. George's 64th birthday party was held at the penthouse; Carlton wanted to go alone, but George specifically asked for both of us. He'd been awfully quiet since everyone found out I was a stripper; maybe he wanted to talk about it. We arrived at the penthouse; George wanted his birthday to be between family, but Laura instead invited more people. Laura is a dickhead. I dislike her even more now; her name makes me want to puke, the last person I want to see tonight was her. Immediately we got to the pen
I don't know, I don't fucking know! I glared at him, refusing to be intimidated."Don't flatter yourself. You're always busy, always away, and now you're leaving again? I know you still love her, but don't forget we're married. You're my husband now." His grip on my arm tightened, and a glint of anger lit up his eyes. "Are you jealous? Is that what this is about? Don't forget our deal. This is a business arrangement, nothing more and you are only my wife on paper. Now, go to your room."I heard Anne's heels click towards us. "Here is the file, sir." He snatched the file from her and stormed out. I stared after him, my hands clenched into fists.I loathed the way he toyed with me, making me feel drawn to him one moment and then pushing me away the next. Laura, right? I won't make you fall in love with me, I will make you beg me.I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, the delicate lingerie, a pink babydoll that Layla had insisted I buy when we'd gone shopping together, sat in the back of
I was going through my paperwork in my office when Carlton walked in, his 6'3" frame commanding attention in a deep blue suit, his right hand casually slipped into his pocket. I felt a flutter in my chest as our gazes met, and I quickly looked away, trying to compose myself. Last night was so embarrassing for me, I'd been avoiding him ever since. What will happen now?As he approached my desk, his piercing azure blue eyes seemed to see right through me, and I wondered if he could tell how much I was struggling to keep my cool. I fidget with the papers in front of me, trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to the way he made me feel last night - vulnerable."Good morning, Samantha," he said, his deep voice low and smooth. I nod, trying to play it cool. "Good morning, Mr. Williams. How can I help you?"He pulled out the chair in front of my desk and sat down, his eyes not leaving mine. I felt like he was trying to read my mind, to see if I was still thinkin
CARLTONI've been trying to meet Zayden Martin for months, I needed his influence in the industry. I needed his support to fulfill the final condition set by my father. Alexander has already taken control of the company's operations through bribery and has the board's favor. I've tried every possible way to reach Zayden Martin - social media, industry events, even attempting to infiltrate his inner circle - but nothing. I've never seen a photo of him, let alone met him in person. Laura told me she had somehow managed to get in touch with Zayden and sent me his contact information. I confirmed but he insisted that he wouldn't meet with me unless Laura was present too. It wasn't a big deal, so I agreed. He came to my cabin, and we had a few rounds of business talks. After some negotiations, he finally agreed to partner with me."Thank you, Mr. Martin," I said, extending my hand for a handshake, which he reciprocated. "You should thank Laura," he remarked, turning to face her with a hin
SAMANTHAI drained the last of my beer, the bitter taste matching my mood. I signaled the hot brunette bartender for another bottle. I turned to Layla and sighed."And that's how my new life has been." I said, shaking my head."I'm so sorry, girlfriend. I shouldn't have come up with such idea, I didn't want you to go back to your old life." She said, patting my back."I got a job, it'd be a way out for us, a fresh start in New York with Sarah.""What kind of job, Layla?" "It's not whatever you are thinking, it's clean." She said with a smile. I had feared she'd gotten herself into something shady. She'd tried selling drugs once, it took me talking her out of it before she could stop. Layla was capable of anything, but she had her limits. She's brave, confident, and fierce - she could pierce someone's heart with a knife if she wanted to. Growing up with a gambler father who physically abused her, then living with her boyfriend Liam, who was hell to deal with... I couldn't imagine wh
I received a message from Ethan Russell, George's former lawyer, stating that I should come to Georgia as soon as possible to see what was in the house George left the key for me. I decided to go because I had been procrastinating for no reason, so I discussed it with Carlton and he approved, but he would have some people stay with me until I returned to Florida in case his brother tried anything. Here we are, at the airport, and he was seeing me off."You can still take the private jet, Samantha." He said, giving my arms a gentle squeeze. "No, Carlton, I'm fine taking the plane.""Okay." He turned to the two huge men in suits next to him, his expression stern. "Take care of her, nothing must happen to even a strand of her hair." He said. My eyes went to people murmuring as they walked by. "Look at those people, Carlton." He looked around. "What about them?" "These huge men? Nothing will happen, I can take care of myself. Moreover, your brother has been silent since forever.""And t
I stared out the window, watching for pharmacies so I could buy a new one or something else to use immediately. I hoped it would destroy whatever was building inside me.Carlton's hand gently stroked my thigh. "Don't you think this is too short? You'll catch a cold." He said."This is the only gown I have that isn't spaghetti-strapped or cleavage-revealing," I replied. "If you don't want me to catch a cold, you shouldn't have filled my wardrobe with those."The only reason I owned this short-sleeved, V-neck gown with subtle depth was cause Layla insisted it would look good on me during our shopping spree months ago.Carlton picked up his phone and started typing with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel."If you need anything else after the wardrobe change, let me know." He slipped his phone back into his jacket pocket.I went back to looking for pharmacies, then noticed we were out of the city, heading towards Calypso City, where I spent my childhood before moving to Miami t
SAMANTHAI stretched, moving my hand but then felt something huge and strong behind me. I slowly opened my eyes to find Carlton beside me. Everything that happened last night came flooding back. I had to admit, last night was better than the other nights we had together. I want to hate him, I really want to but... I can't–My heart doesn't want to. I slowly tilted my head up to see if he was awake, his eyes were still shut and he looked gorgeous even in his sleep. My hand trailed down his toned muscles but stopped at his groin, taking a look at his now resting cock which had me trembling last night. Tempted, my hand made its way down like it had a mind of its own, wanting to touch it. What was I doing? I immediately stopped and withdrew myself from him. Suddenly his hand pulled me back into his arms, I looked up at him, but his eyes were still shut."Touch it whenever you want to, it's all yours, do whatever you want to with it." His deep morning voice came. What was he spewing? All
After minutes of Passionate kissing and taking off our clothes in between. I withdrew myself from her, standing beside the bed. I gazed at her, mesmerized by her biting her bottom lip while caressing her nipple.I was so fucking hard but I needed to take things slowly.I walked over to my room's office area, grabbed the half-empty whiskey bottle, and poured a shot into my drinking glass. After taking a sip, I returned to the bed."What are you—?" She sat upright."From this moment on, till I'm done with you, you don't say a word till I give you permission to speak." I said.I knelt on the bed, carefully placing my drinking glass beside me. I yanked Samantha's legs, sliding her down toward me. The whiskey splashed on her body as I poured from the cup.She gasped. "Carlton.""No words." I warned firmly.I pressed myself against her, my lips finding hers once again. I don't think I'll ever get enough of her mouth, she tasted so fucking good. My lips trailed down her neck and then back to
"He's a monster now, Carlton." Jace said. Monster was an understatement. Alex had finally lost it all in the name of money. Just a week ago, we received a recording from the hitman's wife, proving Alex's involvement. She had recorded their conversation, sensing something was off– and I'm grateful she did.We also found out that Larsen and Alex were frequently seeing each other after Father's death, even on the day I was shot. The reason was still unknown, but we have tapes from security cameras that can prove they were working together. Who would have thought Larsen would be involved? Now I know why I never liked that asshole from day one.We didn't find anything linking Laura, and there hasn't been progress on Father's death. We tried convincing the housekeeper Jace met to testify in court, but she refused, saying she has a one-year-old son and doesn't want involvement. We can't force her, so we're looking for alternatives. The other housekeepers just vanished.Jace ordered his peopl
Samantha was using birth control pills, and I was aware of it, but I didn't question her. I was the type of person who fucks raw. I don't do condoms, they're like a barrier, and I hate barriers. So, her using pills during those times we had sex was fine with me. But now, those pills had to go.I took the pills from her purse while she was showering and returned to my room, flushing them down the toilet. I watched as the water swallowed them whole, and a smirk spread across my face. Phase one is done, on to phase two.Today, I lied about finding a clue about who was backing Alex, telling Samantha we'd go confirm it. Little did she know, we had an interesting, long day ahead. In casual attire, I waited impatiently downstairs. Finally, I heard footsteps and looked up to see her, beautiful as always, in formal attire with one side of her hair tucked behind her ear.Her brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you wearing?""My other clothes make me feel stuffy, so I decided to switch it up
We didn't exchange a word during the drive home. All I could think about was how to make her stay. If I brought out another contract, she wouldn't sign it. I needed something to compel her to stay, something that would leave her no choice.Upon arriving home, we saw Canyon and his family outside, looking worried. We stepped out and approached them."What's wrong?" I asked.Their expressions softened as their eyes fell on the towel covering my wound."We wanted to see Mrs. Williams, but suddenly some man came in and started threatening us. He's inside." Canyon said.My brows furrowed. "Some guy?" I walked past them and entered the house.Inside, I saw Alexander seated on the sofa, his legs crossed."Oh, brother, where have you been?" He stood up, smiling."What are you doing here?" I asked."I came to see you. Is something wrong with that?" He moved closer, and I instinctively positioned myself between him and Samantha."You're not welcome here, Alex."He put his hands behind him and s
I slowly opened my eyes, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my body. I tried to stand, but it was like a weight was holding me down. I groaned, scanning the unfamiliar room. I glanced down at myself, realizing I was shirtless, with a clean towel covering my wound. How did I get here? Memories of collapsing onto Samantha's shoulders flooded back. Where was she?I pushed through the pain, hastily searching the room, clutching the towel to my wound. "Samantha?" I called out.Just as I reached for the door to search for her, she appeared, holding a glass of water. I pulled her into a tight hug, spilling some of the water. But instead of reciprocating, she quickly pulled away, avoiding eye contact."Here's a glass of water," she said, her voice detached, holding out the half-full glass. "They don't have a first aid kit here, so you'll need to go to the hospital or get it dressed at home."Her gaze still avoided mine."Look at me." I growled. She sighed. "I don't want to."I gently
CARLTON"What the fuck was that about, Carlton?" I heard Jace's footsteps move closer to me."I should be asking you that. How did she know I was here?" I put aside the papers in my hand and faced Jace, who had his brows furrowed in anger.He scoffed. "I sent it to her. That's not the issue here. Why are you treating her that way? Do you know what she went through when you weren't around? I don't think you do, because if you saw her, you wouldn't treat her like that."I saw everything while trying to keep an eye out for whoever sent the hitman, hoping they'd slip up. Of course, I knew who it was – I knew it was Alexander – but I didn't want to believe he could go to such extremes, so I needed proof, hence why I faked my death. Aunt Claire and Jace also knew I was alive, making it easier to stay hidden."Mind your business, Jace. Your job is to help me take down Alexander, not meddle in my personal life. You're in no position to lecture me. Now, sit and let's finalize the plan and stop