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-"Baby, wait for me in the room. I'll be there in twenty minutes." Ethan looks at me, to gauge the level of disappointment. -"All...okay," I murmur. He kisses me, and then leaves for his office.I can handle it...CHRISTIAN POV I make my way to the office. I need to get this shit sorted before I have my wife fall asleep. I open the double doors, and I can see Taylor standing next to my desk. "It's okay, Ros. I didn't expect you to be in Taiwan today," I mutter to my negotiator on the other end of the line. I have a big deal in Taiwan, and Ros is competent enough to handle it, so she's on it. I trust her. I walk over to Taylor, who has a manila folder in her hands. I sit down in the chair behind the desk and reach for the folder. "The supplier is demanding. You said I was on the case, and I figured I could do whatever I thought was best," she says, as if explaining herself. Ros is like a right-hand woman, more efficient than most men. "You did the right thing. I'll be in Vegas be
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I put on the bra first, with thin straps and interesting details. I put on the panties, and adjust the strap that connects the band to the panties, so that it looks exactly perfect. At the foot of the bed, there's a pair of black Louboutins, with red heels. I put on the chosen shoes, feeling like a goddess in a sexualized figure. What can I say? My inner goddess is throwing dollars to the sky, like an expensive slut. I release my hair from its ponytail and shake it with my hand to give it volume. Ethan returns, now dressed in his ripped jeans. He locks the door behind him and watches me, not missing a single detail of me. His eyes drink me in with lust, and no other emotion would be more appropriate. "Tell me heaven is better than this vision, and I will profoundly disagree," Ethan says quietly. He walks to the closet and selects a pair of red leather handcuffs, like Louboutin heels, a paddle, and nipple clamps. The circumference of the handcuffs seems large, a little inappropriat
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-"what's wrong with you?" he asks. I need to be honest with myself. I'm being a fool for feeling jealous of something undefined. -"everything I want will be at Escala, waiting for me until Monday. Don't you trust me to believe that I wouldn't be going if it wasn't absolutely necessary?" his words hit me like a punch. He's right. I married an important businessman, and this before we were married. -"I know...I'm being irrational. I'm sorry" I say. I kiss him, placing little kisses on his lips, like he did to wake me up. -"Don't apologize. I love my jealous wife" Ethan whispers, making me smile. A subtle role change. -"Mr. Donneli" we both turn when we hear Taylor calling. He is carrying a small carry-on bag, supposedly Ethan's. -"We can go" Taylor says. -"Wait for me on the ground floor. I'll be down in five minutes" Ethan orders, and Taylor confirms with a nod. -"Call me when you land" I ask. -"Yes, ma'am" Ethan answers. I remember the night before, when I was calling him by t
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-"While you're away? Absolutely nothing" This is a clear challenge. -"Are you challenging me?" Bingo, Mr. Donneli! I don't answer, just wait for him to take the challenge. -"I can come back just to remind you how much I enjoy a challenge" Ethan mumbles, waiting only for my answer to give his verdict. -"I know you can, and I also know you would. But calm your sordid thoughts, it wasn't a challenge" I say. Throwing down a challenge because he's away is an exciting idea, and my inner goddess perks up at it. -"Very well made, Mrs. Donneli" -"Your bad behavior excites me, and worries me" he confesses. I grab my bag, which is already packed on the bed, with everything I need before I leave. -"I'm a good girl. I won't do anything crazy, other than skydiving or driving on the wrong side of the road," I say seriously, and then I laugh out loud. I leave the room, closing the door behind me. I can leave in twenty minutes, if Mrs. Jones is done with lunch. -"Angelic, stay away from cars, o
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As soon as Joe makes the landing, I would say perfectly, Martty and I descend on the Georgia airstrip. The flight lasted four hours, and considering the time difference, it is five o'clock in the afternoon. I still have time to see my mother today. I call Ethan when I am on the ground, but he does not answer. He is busy, and will call back later. -"Mrs. Donneli, the SUV is waiting for your orders" Martty says. I nod. Well, I will text Bob and ask about the location of the hospital *HELLO, BOB. I AM IN SAVANNAH. TELL ME THE NAME OF THE HOSPITAL, PLEASE* On the same airstrip, there is a white Audi SUV, waiting for us. Ethan is truly a practical man! Martty opens the back door for me to get in, and I do. There is a man in the front, the driver. He is a man of apparently thirty years old, or less, with a brown beard, and eyes of the same color. His beard makes him look old. -"Mrs. Donneli, I'm Caio," the man greets. -"Hello, Caio," I mumble. Martty remains outside, exchanging a few
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I hear Ethan turn on the bathtub faucet. The sound of running water takes me to a calming dimension, where I have peace of mind. I throw my bag on the bed, in the same way I want to throw my body. God, my soul is sick! It's not just something physical. I need a mental vacation to endure the slide of problems! I walk to the bathroom, where Ethan is. I push open the door, which is ajar, and immediately the warm breeze from the mist that has formed inside the previously closed bathroom hits me. I find my husband pouring a foaming oil into the water, which produces several bubbles. The aroma is exquisite, jasmine, most likely. I close the door behind me, to keep myself warm in the jasmine mist inside the room. Ethan is not fully dressed. He has already removed his shirt and shoes. The sight of him would be very exciting, at any other time. -"You look very tired, Mrs. Donneli" he observes. I smile at his comment. Tired? I am more dead than tired, something close to the euphemism of def
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-"What can I do for you, Angelic?" He asks. What? What can he do, besides what he already does? Doesn't Ethan understand how amazing he is? -"You do more for me than any husband would do for his wife," I reply. -"I don't want to be anywhere else, doing anything else, baby." I rest my head on his shoulder. My whole body aches, resigned to the four walls of this room. I'm worn out from the two days I've spent here. -"Angelic, you need to rest," Bob says. I know he's going to use the same speech I used yesterday. Well, will it be a surprise if I don't go? Not without more information about Carla's condition. -"I'm fine," I lie. Yes, I really do lie, in fact, I'm fed up. I glance at Ethan, and he nods in agreement with Bob. Thanks to my lie, he won't drag me to the hotel. -"We can go back tomorrow," Ethan says. How many hours do we have until we're here tomorrow? Fifteen? I don't want to leave my mother! -"I won't let you stay here. I'm with her until you get back," Bob mutters dec
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-"Bradley, how are you?" I ask. I really don't want to know how the fuck he is, but I'm overcome by politeness. -"very well" he answers. Let me guess... better now? -"what about Carla?" Ethan asks. She's what matters, and he's right to say so, even if his motives are jealousy. -"she woke up well, and who knows, maybe she won't need the oxygen mask for the next few days" he murmurs. This is good news, because it means she's reacting pleasantly. -"we could have coffee, you know, to talk about it" Bradley suggests, giving me a sideways smile. I'm at a loss for words, or a reaction. How could I respond? Doesn't he realize I'm married, for fuck's sake? I open my mouth to respond sharply, but Ethan is faster. -"some other time, maybe. My wife and I have plans" In his expression, I see that Bradley wasn't expecting Ethan to respond. And there's the present mark of possession that he insists on placing on my forehead! -"Okay. Another h..... time," Bradley stutters. I don't judge the ma
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You fucking psychotic son of a bitch!I think about staying still so I don't give him what he wants. My obedience and submission. I turn my face when he's close enough to kiss me.I just chose the hard way.No, I can't allow Jack to touch me and do everything he plans without a fight. He's a maniac! I'd say I gave him what he asked for, at the very least! Not to mention the disgust I would feel for my own body when I remembered his hands on me and me... me allowing it.Fuck it! Let him hurt me, but he won't do it easily.-"This isn't going to end well, Jack. Let me go, please," I beg, in one last attempt. My face still tilted to the right. Blood dripping directly onto the floor. Our breaths are fast and heavy.He opens his mouth to mutter a response, but is stopped by the noise, now truly impossible to ignore. I wasn't hallucinating!Along with the noise, the door of the house is knocked to the ground. With the recent scare, Jack lets go of me and I fall, unable to stay standing on my
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-"The current location?" I dare ask. I'm not surprised he needed pressure to get the woman to talk.-"Yes, sir. Hyde and Mrs. Lincoln are in a Parksville car cemetery on I-5, twenty miles away from the Cruze that was used for the kidnapping." The last word sends a shiver through my body, sending my soul to hell for a few seconds.-"Does Welch know?"-"He and Barney are doing the course analysis, sir."-"contact Detective Clark before sending any men to the address. It could be a setup."-"Yes, sir. We'll be ready for that, too," Taylor states in a way that only he could do to give me confidence.-"Excellent"-"I'd like to do this my way, before I contact Clark. I know types like Hyde in a way he'd never understand." His tone doesn't disguise the hint of emotion, finally free to act on his own terms.-"Okay, Taylor. Call me when you're ready to act," I command. The feeling of control is back in me, and I'm the fucking master of this ship.-"I will, Mr. Donneli. Welch is doing the plann
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Feel you here forever You and me together, nothing gets better.(When I lay with you I could stay there, close my eyes Feel you here forever You and me together, nothing is better)**CHRISTIAN POVMy cell phone vibrates on the table in recognition of a call. I answer, knowing it's Welch with some information I don't yet have.-"Donneli" I say when I answer.-"Mr. Donneli, I've been in touch with the guys I know, well, in the counterfeiting business." He seems hesitant, perhaps because he's confessing to his boss that he has access to this type of person.I don't give a fucking shit.-"And…" I encourage.-"Did any of them recognize the car?" I continue asking.-"Yeah, a crooked mechanic from California. Los Angeles, to be specific. Denney Cooper recognized the plate, and admitted to having it made for some strange guy. Almost six feet tall, dark hair, military build, and an unmistakable tattoo. Something about a bow and arrow on his arm." I listen carefully and take in the man's f
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Upon entering his wife's office, to his sudden surprise, Ethan found it empty. Taylor accompanied him, to make sure that events were occurring correctly, as usual. The man became desperate, and the worst thoughts about Jack haunted his mind. His inability to say or do anything was obvious, because somewhere, his wife was with a maniac.-"Gather your men and search for her in every possible place in the city," he growled at Taylor, who immediately fished his BlackBerry out of his pocket to begin his mission. It was a matter of necessity for both of them. He walked away from his boss as he started a call, barking orders and commands, as he knew he should.At that moment, Ethan swore to himself that he would kill Jack if he caused harm to Angelic.'Doesn't the son of a bitch get tired of tormenting us?' He thought to himself, at the height of his anguish.Taylor, after his call, walked towards the furiously possessed man to inform him of the recent news.-"They're checking the building's
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- "Now, let's go to your office," she asks politely, as if I had any other alternative. I turn to the exit, and, just in case, she puts her gun back up. Maybe the possibility of another failure in the plan could screw up a lot of things. I walk out of the meeting room in calm steps, followed by Beatrice. The only sound made is our shoes hitting the floor. My heels make louder sounds, due to my apprehension, which becomes worse considering the emptiness on the third floor. Hanna is also not at her desk, and, before shit happened, I missed her in the meeting room. When I reach my office, I open the door so we can go in. The lights are purposely off. I turn on the light, pretending not to be scared by Beatrice's presence. She comes in behind me, and, seeing that there is no need to keep cocking her gun, she puts away the gun. - "Do you want money?" I ask. Mrs. Ethan Donnelly would be a gold mine for any lunatic son of a bitch! Why else would I have a woman with a gun in my office? -"i
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Angelic POV●●SIP After finishing the call with Ethan, I throw my BlackBerry on the table, which, by the way, is full of papers. How could I go home when I have tons of manuscripts? I look at the Macbook, which is on, open to the electronic page of my daily agenda. Today, I have a meeting about finances, which is completely unavoidable! I open the first drawer of my desk and put my personal objectives, such as a bag, glasses and cell phone, in it. The meeting will start in twenty minutes, but I know that the senior editors have their clocks ahead, and at that moment, they should be in the room. I am, ironically, twenty minutes late! I get up from the table and leave the office. Before that, I check my wristwatch, which shows 6:30 pm. I will do my best to keep the meeting short. I close the door to my office to avoid any unforeseen events later. Hanna is not at her desk, so I assume she is in the kitchen making some coffee, the only shit that keeps people confined for hours in a ro
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-"You showed competence and responsibility as director of fiction at SIP" he comments. I don't know where this conversation is headed, but I don't think I'll be able to make an obscene insinuation. "I have a demanding boss," I joke. Ethan wets his lips with his tongue, carrying a lascivious smile. I had an example of his demandingness two minutes ago! "It's good that he is. But I would really like you to be CEO of SIP." His words scare me. Me as CEO of SIP? I don't know if that's the best choice. What could I do that he doesn't? "Ethan, I'm not qualified," I murmur in astonishment. I can't deny my happiness at knowing that he trusts me with such a responsibility. "You're more than qualified, Angelic, and you'll have help initially, then you'll be able to manage it entirely on your own," he suggests. "What if I bankrupt SIP?" I ask. It's not smart to put fifty people's jobs in my hands! "As long as you're interested in your job, I'll keep it." He frowns, as if it were obvious. We
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-"You said you have a brother, of whom you have no memories," I murmur, seeking divine enlightenment. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Breathe, Donneli! -"yes, I did." -"this brother must be twenty-eight?" I ask. Oh shit, why the fuck is this so hard? -"what do you mean? Did you have any information about him? Yes, yes, he would be that age." She can barely get the words out of her mouth. -"understanding," Angelic reminds her. Emily closes her eyes, and begins a rhythmic process of inhaling and exhaling. -"I might have some news about your brother," I say. A small smile forms on my lips, and Emily notices. She's a smart girl. -"I thought he was dead, because, well...my mother is dead," she murmurs. -"unless..." She takes a second to process it, perhaps putting the story in order for herself. -"oh no, no, no! You? You're...you?" She points at me, and brings her hand back to cover her mouth. -"Fuck! You're my brother" her eyes widen and fill with tears
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-"I'm not going anywhere. I love you, and you need me, I'll be here" he states with love, passion and reverence in his eyes. How I love Angelic, only she can awaken in me the desire to live, to live for and with her. - "I love you, Mrs. Donneli" I say smiling. My best gift was this woman. What did I do to deserve this goddess sent by God?I call Welch, if anyone can do a thorough investigation, it's him. Angelic in the shower is an opportune time to call. -"Welch" I say in an even tone. My mood is 'post-fuck', and that means a good thing. -"Yes, Mr. Donneli" he answers yawning. What's wrong with my team? Have I not been letting them get enough sleep? -"I need you to locate that son of a bitch Hyde" I say in a tone only he can hear. As much as I'm in the room, and Angelic in the bathroom, this is one part of the story that I don't need his knowledge of. -"Locate Jack Hyde? I could do it tomorrow..." Welch begins, but I interrupt him abruptly. -"I want it today, you'll have... two
