SAMANTHAHe turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, the shower still running. I turned off the shower and emerged from the bathroom, wrapping myself in the plush robe that hung on the door. Standing in front of the mirror, I tried to process what had just transpired. "Permission?" I scoffed, watching my reflection. "Joker," I muttered, shaking my head. The absurdity of his words echoed in my mind as I tried to make sense of what just happened.He's crazy. He said nothing happened between him and Laura, but the picture was saying otherwise, she was pressing all of herself on him. I don't even care about that. I didn't understand why he would get angry seeing me with another man, accusing me of doing anything for money. It hurt that he thought so little of me.I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. I wasn't going to get involved with him again, no matter what he said, shutting down my feelings for him. I wanted that cohabitation agreement, and I was going to get it. I
I ripped through the trees, searching everywhere for Samantha. Rain pounded down on me. I muttered curses under my breath, furious she'd gone looking for a stupid teddy bear in this weather. I'd been yelling her name for minutes, but nothing. No answer. What if something happened to her? What if she's lying there, hurt or worse? Goddamn it!I was livid, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. And to think she'd gone off on her own, trying to be some kind of hero. Miss Goody Two-Shoes, always trying to save the day. But now, she might be the one who needs saving. The thought sent a chill down my spine.I pushed through the underbrush, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of her. The rain drummed against my ears, making it hard to hear anything else. But I kept calling out her name, hoping against hope she'd answer. "Samantha! Samantha, damn it, answer me!""Samantha!" I yelled again, yanking my wet hair back in frustration. "Carlton." Her soft voice came from behind, and I spun
SAMANTHAHis smile took a more decidedly wicked slant. He removed his pants without his eyes leaving mine and once again, he was completely naked. The view was quite...ahem... Impressive.He stepped into the shower with me, his hand on the glass wall, while the other hand gently grasped my hair, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. Then, he leaned in, his lips crashing on mine in a hungry kiss. Our mouths fused, exploring each other with a deep, passionate intensity.He turned off the shower, and his lips left mine, trailing a path of kisses along my jaw and down my neck before returning to claim my mouth again. "You're mine, Mia Sola. Only mine," he whispered, his words sending shivers down my spine. I melted, moaning in pleasure as our lips met once more.With a growl, he lifted me, breaking the kiss momentarily, and carried me to the bedroom. He lowered me on the bed, our gazes locked, desire simmering in the air between us. I reached for him, my fingers trailing down his chest, o
I felt a gentle hand patting my hair, and I slowly opened my eyes to find Carlton's face hovering above me. I groggily looked at him, then snuggled back into the warmth of his chest, letting out a soft groan."You need to wake up now," Carlton whispered.I opened my eyes again, and he asked, "What happened to your leg last night?"I hesitated, remembering everything that led to our passionate encounter. "I fell," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."You shouldn't have done what you did last night. You could have died. Don't do it again."I gazed into his eyes, feeling a mix of emotions: guilt, shame, and a hint of defiance. "Ok," I conceded.He asked, "Does your leg still hurt?"I assessed the ache. "It doesn't hurt like yesterday," I replied, my voice a little stronger now.As I lay there, wrapped in Carlton's arms, both of us naked. I knew I had to confront the consequences of my actions. But for now, I just wanted to savor the warmth of our embrace.Without a word, he assist
We rushed into the hospital room where George lay, his eyes closed, disconnected from the tubes, lifeless. The doctor and Alexander stood beside him. I glanced at Carlton, whose expression remained the same- no shock, anger, sadness, or agony."What happened, Adam? You said he was fine, and that he just needed rest," Carlton asked the doctor.Before Adam could respond, Alexander interrupted, his tears falling. "Why are you here? You must be happy he's dead." He said between sobs.Carlton's brows furrowed as he turned to Alexander. "What?"Alexander's eyes welled up again. "Don't be a nuisance till the end, Carlton. You have no right to be here, no right to ask questions. Leave, or do you want us to cause a scene in front of Father?"Carlton's jaw clenched, and he stormed out. I followed, struggling to keep up with him.We both got into the car, and Henry started the engine. I glanced at Carlton, who remained silent, his expression still the same, but he seemed lost in thought as he lea
I sat next to Carlton, his eyes fixed on Alexander as he started his speech. My heart ached for him, but he kept pushing me away. Why couldn't he see that I was trying to help? That I cared?I couldn't even focus on what Alexander was saying, all my focus was on Carlton, his pain, he was drowning in it and I wanted to be his lifeline.It wasn't fair. I knew he was hurting, but so was I. I was hurting because he wouldn't let me in. Why couldn't he see that I was in love with him? That I wanted to help him through this? Why was he pushing me away when I knew he needed me most?Carlton's eyes met mine and for a moment, we just stared at each other. After some seconds, I broke the contact, turning my gaze back to Alexander, who was still speaking. He was talking about George's legacy, about how he would be remembered."As we say our final goodbyes to Father, we'll fulfill his last request. He wanted us to have his will read out loud to us today so that we can all..."Alexander's voice cra
When we arrived back home, Carlton went back out without telling me where he was going, I didn't ask either, just went back to my room. Maybe he needed some time alone. I spent the remaining afternoon all alone, wondering why I was given a key and why I was supposed to find out when I got there. Oh, wait, forget about the key - the properties... I don't know much about what George owned. A meeting will be held at the penthouse to finalize it, maybe then I will know what George left me. I still find it hard to believe. And what does 'I hope this will clear everything' mean?I stepped out of the shower and stood before my mirror, wearing only a thin silk thong. I gazed at my reflection, water droplets clung to my skin, and my black wavy hair was tousled from the shower. I was fucking exhausted. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair before climbing into bed and wrapping myself in the blanket. As I stared out the window, the stars twinkled like diamonds in the night sky. A gentle b
CARLTONSamantha, you've become emotionally attached. This wasn't our agreement. Father was no more, I've gotten what I wanted - almost, so I no longer need you, but I'm not ready to let you go. Until our agreement ends, which is in six months, I'll keep you by my side. The consensual sexual submission was just an excuse to keep you close. That will be our only relationship till I'm ready to let you go. You'll be my plaything, bound and tied, never to be let go. You're mine to command, mine to control, mine to...adore.I parked my car at the front of the company. The real show was about to begin. I have the most shares now but I was sure Alex had gone to the directors and cooked something about me not being the right person for the position. I was prepared for anything he had coming.I opened the door to my office, probably the last day I'd work here, I'd move to Father's old office. The door swung open, I turned my attention to who was coming in, it was Jace making an unnecessarily
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