“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No.” His cold gaze intensified and I shut down the urge to shiver. Tilting my head higher, I stepped closer to him and said, “I will not send you the documents and the location for the photoshoot.”
“Why is that?” Edward asked.
“When do we start plotting my revenge? I feel like I'm doing free labour here.”
“But I'm paying you for your 'free labour'.” Rolling his eyes, he pushed me to the side and sat at my seat. His fingers repeatedly clicked the keys on the keyboard as he stared at the monitor screen.
“Atlantis' stock keeps rising every week and we are doing nothing. I feel like a fool right now. I trusted you to help me but I'm working myself to death for you. I haven't had a proper meal in a while,” I said, slamming my hands on the table
The silver barred gates drew open and Paxton drove us past it. Tall palm trees arched and covered the moon. The streetlights bathed the road with a warm glow.“I was nine the last time I came here,” I said, keeping an eye out for the monkeys I once saw.“You were?” He asked.“I do not remember what I came here for but I recall it was hot and boring.”Slow music danced to my ears as we rode closer to the mansion. It remained as large as I remembered. Paxton pulled to a stop in front of the building and got out of the vehicle. I did the same, drawing stares from the people around. Drawing my purse to my side, I took my sweet time walking around the car to Paxton's side. He curtly held out his arm and I held it.The mint green dress I had on swished around my feet as I walked up the stairs to the house. Uniformed servants greeted
“That,” He whisper yelled, pulling me by the arm. “Was that all you could come up with?”After declaring myself as Paxton's girlfriend, the parents stared at us with wide eyes and faked laughs. They were not the only ones who got shocked tonight. Paxton chuckled and gritted an agreement that I was his girlfriend. Once his parents left us, he led me away to the guesthouse.Once inside, he sent every person out and shut the door. He slowly turned after locking the door. “Do you know what happens when you declare yourself as my girlfriend?”“Partly.” Actually, I did not know and I do not care. “We could break up tomorrow morning. No stress,” I clapped my hands and bobbed my head.“You do not know, do you?”“What is the big deal about it? Besides, should you not be more concerned Tonia you are s
“I would rather break up.”His question and my quick reply lived rent free in my head for the rest of the day. His cold looks never slipped throughout the day. Paxton got harsher by the minute, barking orders and ignoring every person around him. Nico had to ask if I hit a sore spot. I am pretty sure I did not. Something about his mom made him that way.“Will you sulk all day?” I said, giving his desk a gentle knock. “Mr Paxton, can I have your undivided attention?”His unfocused gaze finally met mine. His eyes darkened as he clenched his fists.“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you want to get rid of your mom and me? I have an idea that would solve this.”“Talk.”“I will be your girlfriend. Just one more time until tomorrow morning. Your mom seems to be the type that n
We pulled up in front of his house at nine in the morning, still reeling of alcohol. The sun was out shinning and the wind blew gently.“Do I look irresponsible enough?” I asked, adjusting my tight and small, thin strapped top.“You deserve an award of the sultry and lusty daughter-in-law,” he replied.I grinned and ran my hand through my hair to mess it up. I propped open the glove compartment and take Paxton's gin. Opening the bottle, I cast him a withering look as he glared. “I need to be drunk to give a performance of a lifetime.”“Take only a little,” he gritted.I shrugged and took a huge swig. Capping the bottle, I handed it back to him. “Come on, let's get this show started.”“Oh.”My grin grew wider at Mrs Paxto
The air had an undertone of unease even after the presentation by Theresa ended.“This is not enough reason for me to invest in the production of breakfast food packs,” Paxton said, with a disappointed sigh.Liar. That presentation was impressive and thorough, I thought to myself. I would have done a similar presentation only with more flair.“I will give you one last chance to impress me. Same time, next week Tuesday,” he continued.But why, I wondered, was Paxton dragging this out?If you can impress me, then and only then will I invest in your business. Have a good day.” The chair dragged across the floor as he got to his feet. “Are you coming?” Paxton asked me, whispering, “Or you want to stay?”“I am leaving,” I said, with a desperate look at the door.
“That was not part of the plan!”“Don't you think I know that?” He stormed out of the elevator. I followed behind him, trying to steal glances at his phone screen.“What are we going to do now?” I asked, scratching the bridge of my nose with my index finger.“This is not supposed to happen. She does not like women like you,” He said.“That was pretty obvious,” I commented as he said, “Mother prefers quiet and submissive wives.”“So, what are we going to do now?” I asked once more.“She is plotting something. I bet she suspects we are not in a relationship. We better be careful. When my mother starts plotting something, someone ends in a terrible situation or...” His eyes grew unfocused and strangely, dilated with fear.“
The printer gave a small hum before it died. Copy after copy of the original paper slid out. I set them together and stapled before setting aside.“How many more are left?”I turned to my left where Nico stood, sipping from a cup of smoothie.“I just need to make four copies of these two.” I raised the papers in question and set one of it on the machine.“Okay.”As the printer made four copies of the paper placed, I thought of the dinner at the Paxton's the other night. “Nico?”“Yes?” He went through the photocopies I had printed over the past minutes.“I know Paxton has had a lot of flings but was he ever serious about a woman?” I asked, peeling my eyes on the printer. I could not dare to look at Nico. I wonder what his expression looked like.
I grunted in pain as I glowered at my stain-free underwear. The painful hits continued in my lower abdomen and private area. Taking in deep breaths, I waddled out of the toilet stall and turned on the tap to wash my hands. As I let the water pour on my hands, I studied the woman staring back at me. Sweat drew across her forehead, her bangs clunged to her head. Her lips were pale and eyes, droopy. I turned off the tap and shook out my hands. Licking my dry lips, I tucked my hands under the hand dryer. The air blew hot on my palms as I winced at the burning pain in my abdomen. “Are you okay?” Paxton asked as I made to leave his office. Slowly, I nodded and gave a small smile. “Do you need anything else?” “Leave two hours free out of my schedule. I have to be somewhere.” He rose to his feet and grabbed his keys. “But you have to me
And I was right. Gripping the edge of Edward's desk as he thrust into me from behind, I arched and panted from the intense pleasure. I was riding from an intense orgasm when my phone lit up in front of me with a text from my Father. I groaned with frustration. Not only was he ruining my mood these days but the few moments I get to be thoroughly fucked by my husband? Why did he like to pop up at the wrong moment? "You good?" Edward kissed my shoulder as he pulled out. "Yeah. It's just Father." Edward made a strangled sound and sat in his seat. Flushing, I straightened and adjusted my dress. If anyone told me a couple of months back that I would be fucking Edward Paxton in his sacred office, I would have laughed in their faces. He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me back to sit on his lap. Placing a quick kiss on my lips, he gave me a warm smile. "What did he say?" "He's going to give me all his shares," I said, enjoying the feel of our juices seeping from my core a
After cleaning up, we returned to the hall where everyone watched the fireworks from the large balcony. Red in the face, I held hands with Edward. Every slight gesture from him turned me on. I wanted him as soon as we returned home, and it seemed like he had the same thoughts."Where were you two?" Victoria chuckled on seeing us. "You almost missed out on the fireworks.""There were more interesting things to do," Edward answered with a smirk."And see." I remembered gawking at his size earlier in the bathroom. My lady parts down south were a bit sore."Uh huh." My friend and I exchanged a grin. She is so going to tease me about this later. Waking up the following morning felt like going into a battleground. My body ached from the previous night's... activities. Lying on my side, I pressed my back against his solid, smooth chest. Feeling Edward's thumb lightly tease my nipple had me blushing. "Good morning, Brianne.""Good morning, Edward," I breathed, wondering if I had morning b
If Edward noticed how awkward I behaved around him, he said nothing. He asked nothing of my private matters or Jenna and I told him nothing. Our routine of being the perfect happy couple remained the same. I was beginning to feel it was true but reminded myself that Edward and I shared nothing but a beneficial relationship. The day of Hardin's birthday arrived. I spent a while, preparing since Edward brought in a professional makeup artist. After I had changed into a white gown, I met with Edward. "You look better than I imagined," he praised, clapping his hands. "Thank you," I beamed. "Really. And you look you are out to steal some hearts." "As I should." He spread out his arms and gave a little twirl. "Hold up," I chuckled, walking up to him. When he stopped his cute antics, I reached up to adjust his tie. My hands hovered a bit when I realised how close we stood. It was hard after that day at the office to stand close to him. I felt like I was losing my mind, wishing for
“Edward?” I stepped in the house, cautious and still unable to remove the fiery building imprinted in my mind. It awed me to think Edward had something to do with it. I knew he was thorough when it came to dealing with people in his way but I did not expect this. This was beyond everything I had seen him do while working under him. “Dinner is ready,” he stepped into the living room, a wide smile on his face and wiping his hands. “We need to talk about Mr Lennon. Did you do that?” “I had a plan.” “It involved fire.” “Exactly. Is there a problem?” “Of course there is a problem. What if the cops find out it was you?” “They won’t. Why don’t you go clean up?” I pursed my lips and took in a deep breath. My head kept swimming but slowly calmed. Avoiding his gaze, I left him to freshen up and change into a more comfortable clothing. “Are you mad?” He softly asked when I turned to leave the bedroom. Edward leaned against the door, playing with his wedding ring. I thought about h
“Here.” I looked up from the papers at the chocolate dessert Edward prepared. Giving him a warm smile, I picked up the bowl and ate a spoonful. “Delicious as always,” I commented then sucked on the spoon. It had become an unspoken tradition of his to prepare dessert for me himself every evening before bed. But I might not even be able to sleep tonight. I didn’t have the heart to reject it either because it made me sleepy. He settled beside me and took a look at the papers. “That’s a lot of paper companies.” “I know, right? I did wonder how he continued to make tons of millions after monopolizing the perfume industry; money laundering.” The paper companies were fake companies that were licenced under the Delmont's name but served only as a means to launder money. It really amused me how much father was my never caught by the law. There were false bank statements but the legitimate ones were few of excessive cash deposit moving from one bank to another. “Cox District,” Edward
“This is a surprise,” Mr Lennon said, crossing his legs once he settled into his high seat. “Miss Delmont. Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose I should call you Mrs Paxton now.” “Sir.” I mirrored the way he sat. “I am sure you know I’m not here to bid good tidings.” “Exactly why I am considering dialling your father and letting him know where his precious daughter is.” Setting my purse beside me, I tilted my head to the side and gave him a small smile. It irritated me beyond imagination that I happened to be here. If I had not fallen for Edward's puppy eyes, I would have remained at work. After two weeks of scheming, Edward had me driven secretly to Mr Lennon’s casino. With a trusted bodyguard at my side, we sauntered into his building which was disguised as a gambling pit for elites. I spotted a couple of familiar faces, cheering on their wins or throwing a tantrum over their loss. Thank goodness for my sunglasses and large hat.
Wrapping the towel around me, I stepped out of the bathroom. I spotted Edward bending over and picking up something black. “Does this belong to you?” He asked, pulling the fabric. I flushed when I recognized the lace panties as mine. Why was it on the floor? I was pretty sure I placed it on the bed. “Yes.” As I approached him to collect it, Edward smiled slyly, in a way that hints all kinds of hidden depth. “Thank you,” I said, tucking it behind me. “I will be outside while you change.” As soon as he stepped out, I groaned unable to stop replaying the scene in my head. That was so mortifying. How did it fall? I was sure I left it on the bed. After drying my wet hair, I changed into a night dress and stepped out into the living room. Edward nursed a rosé while he focused on his phone. “I am done.” “Oh?” He glanced at me and nodded. “Oh.” “The day has been really quiet. How long
The private yacht Edward had prepared was his idea of an honeymoon. I guess it was the thought behind it that counts. Away from the paparazzi, as he put it in his words. I changed out of my wedding dress into a more comfortable short dress and waited outside the room for Edward to change. “Come. He is waiting for us,” he said when he stepped out of the bedroom. “Who?” I looked up from the boat magazine I read. “The captain.” The captain? Why would he want to see us? What was Edward up to? I followed him out of the cabin to the open sky, sweeping salty air into my face. “Where are we going?” He ignored my question and continued on to the wheelhouse. The smell of fried chicken hit me when he opened the door. “You are eating without us?” Edward asked, stepping into the wheelhouse. “I could not wait.” I watched in shock as Hardin came into view, eating a chicken drumstick. “What are you doing here?” “Sorry to crash in on your honeymoon.” He rose up and shook hands with Ed
Words overlapped with screams as several guests hurried in the room. “Congratulations!” “You look so beautiful.” “Lovely dress.” “Gorgeous bride.” “Congratulations, Brie!” My friends drew into their warm embrace as the dress swished around my legs. The day of the wedding arrived. Everything went according as planned. Woken before the sun rose, I was taken to the hall where the wedding ceremony would take place, then pampered in a private room and dressed for. In the bustle of visiting guests, I spotted Evelyn watching me with a sour look. As the number of women in the room died down, I walked up to her. “Evelyn." ”I suppose this is where I say congratulations.“ ”Why, thank you.“ She rolled her eyes and turned to leave, her hair flying over her shoulders. ”Wait,“ I called out. Surprised when she stopped, I turned to the others in the room and said, ”Could you all give my sister and I a moment?“ ”Sure,“ they said and shuffled their feet out of the room. ”Whatever you