ELLA'S POV
The pulsating beats coming in from the speakers make me go wild as I tuned my body's sleek movements in sync with the music. With my hair messed up in what was supposed to be a ponytail, my body covered in a see through gown, I could probably say I had had a pretty great night. I loved the club, the buzz, it's ever pungent smell of sex and alcohol, the drinks. But everything was typical, just like yesterday and the day before. Scrambling my gaze across the usual crowd of clubbers, the series of flashing lights. I noticed something— someone, a man's intriguing figure, sitting at the mini bar. "I see you got your eyes on someone," A voice called out to me as I turned my gaze to the tall redhead lady I knew as my best friend, Maggie. Margaret flashed a weird wink of her eyes, a grin spreaded on her cheeks. "Shut up," I admitted, feeling guilty as we both laughed at each other. "Why not go talk to him," Maggie hollers, her voice calm and cool. My face twisted into a frown, as I shot a smug look back at her, "Well, how am I supposed to do that?" "You know what, I've got the perfect drink to get you all pumped up." Maggie says walking into the crowd of people in the club headed off to god-knows-where. As the constant buzzing and chering went on, I couldn't help getting my eyes off him, something about him attracted me, something I couldn't quite place my finger on. "You still got your eyes on that guy?" I heard a voice call and I turned back at the view of Maggie, but this time, with a glass of whiskey. "Have some," She said passing the cup to me as I questioned, "What's in here." "Just drink it and go talk to that guy." I heard her say as I shoved the entire glass cup to my face gulping down all of it's content without even worrying about it. I felt a light tinge in my throat as all of a sudden, my eyes started twitching, the loud music fading off into thin air, the crazy mix of clubbers steered away. With a tug of my hair, I walked off towards the mini bar, my eyes fixed on one person, him. My heels clip-clapped, my previous anxiety unfelt this time around. Upon approaching him, he turned to me. My bloodstream tightens, my legs growing weak as he said, "Well, if it isn’t the most beautiful mystery I’ve seen all night. Can I buy you a drink, or should we skip straight to the part where I make you smile?" Before I could respond, he turned to the bartender and, with a casual flick of his wrist, said, "Bring her the most expensive drink you’ve got. Spare no expense." The bartender's eyes widened. "That would be the Louis XIII Rare Cask, sir. It's nearly a million dollars a bottle." I raised my hand, stopping the bartender. "No, thank you. I don't need anything that extravagant." His grin widened, a spark of mischief in his eyes. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "Then I guess you want something different. How about I show you how good I can make you feel without spending a dime?" I nodded, my entire attention buried in his features; his ocean blue eyes, his chestnut hair and every little detail in his almost perfect body. "My keys," He chimed as a figure pulled out from behind me, it was obviously his personal assistant. I could tell from the assistant's shaky hands that he was obviously well revered. But I didn't care, the only thing I wanted more than ever now was him. He stood up and led me all the way to the grand hotel where I guessed he had a room in. I didn't expect him to be in the premium lounge at the top of the hotel. Once in, he smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes, and began to undress me, his hands deft and sure. Every touch ignited a fire within me, and soon we were lost in a whirlwind of passion, the world outside forgotten. He lifted me effortlessly, placing me on the plush bed in the center of the room. His lips followed, trailing hot kisses down my neck, his hands exploring every inch of my body. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch. "You're incredible," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "I need to taste you." Before I could respond, he trailed kisses down my body, his lips and tongue worshipping every inch of me. He paused at my hips, his eyes meeting mine with a smoldering intensity. "Tell me you want this," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "Yes," I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. He smiled, his lips curving into a devilish grin, and then he was between my legs, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. He moved with expert precision, his tongue and lips driving me wild as he teased and tormented me, bringing me to the edge again and again. "D*mn, you taste amazing," he murmured between strokes, his voice sending vibrations through me. He intensified his movements, his hands gripping my thighs as he brought me closer and closer to release. I was lost in the sensation, my world narrowing down to the exquisite pleasure he was giving me. When I finally climaxed, it was with a cry of pure ecstasy, my body shuddering with the force of it. He didn't stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault until I was trembling and breathless, utterly spent. He moved back up, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me. "You’re even more beautiful when you come undone," he said, his voice rough with emotion. I reached up, pulling him down for a fierce kiss, tasting myself on his lips. "Now, I want you," I whispered against his mouth, my voice filled with need. With a growl, he positioned himself above me, and I felt him enter me, filling me completely. I moaned, the sensation of his thick member stretching me making my head spin with pleasure. He paused for a moment, letting me adjust to the size of him, then began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The feeling of him inside me was indescribable, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through my body. He moved with a perfect blend of strength and tenderness, his shaft driving deeper with each stroke, hitting spots that made me cry out in pleasure. "Do you feel that?" he whispered, his voice raw and husky. "That's what it feels like to be with me." "Yes," I gasped, clinging to him as he moved faster, our bodies perfectly in sync. "Don't stop." He grinned, his eyes dark with lust. "I don’t plan to." He quickened his pace, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. The pleasure built to an almost unbearable intensity, and I felt myself teetering on the brink. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me even closer, his shaft plunging deeper, the friction sending sparks of ecstasy through every nerve. Finally, we both reached the peak together, a powerful wave of pleasure crashing over us. My entire body shuddered with the force of my orgasm, his name a breathless cry on my lips. He followed moments later, his own release shuddering through him as he collapsed against me, our bodies entwined in the aftermath of our passion. We lay there for a moment, tangled in each other's arms, our breaths slowing as the intensity of the moment began to fade. He kissed my forehead tenderly, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "I knew you were special," he said softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the physical. "And I knew you were trouble," I replied, my voice teasing. He chuckled, pulling me closer. "Maybe. But I'm the kind of trouble you'll want to get into again and again" **** The memories of my first and last attempt at a one night stand flashed across my mind for the umpteenth time today as I glared at the picture frame in my hands. On the frame was my four year old daughter, the end result of my one night stand, which later turned me into a struggling single mom at the age of 25. I had always regretted spending the night with him, if I hadn't I would have had the perfect life every girl ever wanted. I would get married off to Luke, my ex, whom I was supposed to marry not untill I screwed it up by foolishly spending a night with a stranger I met at a club. Day after day, I'd try to wipe off the sadness and anger I felt but I couldn't, it lingered freely in my mind. Pregnancy had been torture for me having to bear the child alone all by my self. As I jerked out of my thoughts, I couldn't help but notice the time on my phone's screen. It was 4pm, an hour and a half past the normal time Ivy was supposed to be dropped off school. I felt a pang of worry as I dialed her school's number and waited till my call was answered. "What do you mean Ivy has already been dropped off by the school bus?" I yelled over the phone. My heartbeats quickened, fear cramping into my mind at the thoughts of my four year old daughter, Ivy, going missing in the busy streets of Brooklyn. Anything could happen, she could get kidnapped, harassed, or even taken hostage. I couldn't bear the thoughts of that as I hung up the call to the sound of my daughters school telling me to wait 24hrs before reaching out to the police. Hell no I wouldn't, how could a mother rest knowing her daughter is missing. I hurriedly dialed an emergency line on my phone, my fingers shaking like a winter leaf. I waited as my call was redirected off to a worker at 911. "Hello, I am calling to report the case of my missing daughter," I rushed, my words skittering. I could feel the fear gleaming more and more as the weight of my predicament settled in. "Calm down ma'am," the caller on the other end tried to calm me down as she continues, "I will need you to give me the details of your missing daughter." "Uumm, she's four, blonde, in a pink dress, black bag.." I struggled trying to remember the details. My lips wobbled as I waited for a response from the representative, "May I know for how long your daughter has been missing?" "I don't know, maybe for an ho-" I was about to finish my sentence when my doorbell rings as I abandoned the call and sprinted as fast as I could to the door. "Mummy, I've found Daddy!" A frisson of shock fills me at the sound of the calling voice, my heart caught in an array of unmatched beats. Turning immediately to the direction of the door, I wiped my forehead, my face almost turning red with anger. I could perfectly recognize the voice, it was that of my four year old daughter, Ivy. I had had enough. Enough of her games, she has always had me worked up with her silly games. She would go off to a stranger she found attractive and pretend she was lost just to bring him home to me in order to match us up. She had tried to play matchmaker for the third time this week and it never gets old. Every now and then, she would pretend to be lost and have a handsome man bring her home and try to pair us up. But this had better have to stop. "Thank you for dropping her," I was saying as I raised my face to see the man that had brought her home. My jaw fell as I gazed at the face of the stranger that had brought back my daughter home this time around. It was Xavier McKinney, my one night stand, Ivy's father.ELLA'S POV "Thank you for dropping her," I murmured drenched in thoughts as I raised my head to see the stranger my daughter had brought home this time. Pulling my gaze past his body, I paused, recognition flashing past my shocked eyes. This was Xavier McKinney, my one night stand, Ivy's father. I couldn't believe my eyes, my jaw falls slightly as the memories of our one night stand rushes into my mind. I couldn't help but feel a flash of emotions from the past years I've been left alone to bear and train Ivy ever since day one. The first was dropping out of school, then loosing matt, my boyfriend at that time to the pregnancy I had with an unknown stranger. I remembered the sleepless night I've spent, cradling my pregnancy wondering how I'd singlehandedly mother a child. Anger kicked in my veins as the memories sank deep. The loneliness I felt when my belly bump began showing while in college and being teased and made fun of. The loneliness still crept deep, the night I'd del
XAVIER'S POV "Thank goodness you're here sir," I heard a call as I alighted the car closing the door gently behind me. Turning to face Alex, I rushed past him into the hospital where my father was being taken care of.Running past the security men at the hospital, I hurried for the counter. Arriving there, I turned to the nurse at the counter and blurted, "Excuse me nurse, which room was my father kept?""Oh, Mr Xavier, good to see you again..." She bickered licking her lips seductively while staring hungrily at me. "Can you shut the fu*k up and tell me what room my father is in."Shaken by my sudden yell and the stares she got, I watched as the nurse hurried with the files on the counter. "He is in the platinum vip treatment room at the top floor."Hearing her words, I walked over to the elevator, waiting as it's doors finally chimed open and I entered. Tapping the numbers of the floor I was headed, I waited patiently as the elevator, paused, the doors opening as someone else got in
ELLA'S POV "I have to leave," I uttered, wiping some strands of my hair to a side as I made my way out of the elevator. In a fit of rush, my bag fell and all my documents were all littered to the elevator floor. Bending to pick it up, I hurriedly packed up the few documents my hands could reach and immediately dashed out of the elevator before Xavier could call me. Just as I stepped out, I heard the soft chim of the elevator as I heaved out. Wiping off the beads of sweats clouding my forehead, I stood, trying to calm my heart's erratic beating. I was shocked to meet him here again. Was he stalking me? It was now beginning to look mysterious, they way he keeps popping up wherever I go. First was with Ivy, now at my workplace, what next? Was he going to pop back into my life and take over?I felt a whirlwind of emotions as I touched my lips, the memory of our kiss creeping back to me.Shit. How could I be so foolish, to allow him kiss me. Xavier was a flirt, he surely had a way of k
ELLA'S POV "Be a good girl for mommy, okay?" I smiled softly, patting my daughter Ivy's head as we walked next door to the Thompsons'. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, old and retired, had been absolute lifesavers since Ivy was born. They didn't have children of their own, but they had showered Ivy with all the love and attention she could ever need, making their home feel like a second home for her.As we walked up the path to their front door, I noticed the crisp morning air and the scent of blooming flowers from their garden. It was a quiet, peaceful moment, and I felt a wave of gratitude for having such wonderful neighbors.I knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal Mrs. Thompson. She was dressed in a nice outfit, clearly ready for something special, and her husband stood behind her, adjusting his tie."Good morning, Ella," Mrs. Thompson greeted me with her usual warm smile, but there was a hint of regret in her eyes. "I’m so sorry, but we have an event to attend today. We won’t be
XAVIER'S POV I strode into the hospital with the confidence of a man who owned everything in his sight. And why not? I practically did. The crisp, sterile smell of the hospital didn’t faze me; I was used to the finest things, and this place needed my money more than I needed their gratitude.As I entered the meeting room, my eyes immediately locked onto her. Ella. The woman who had haunted my thoughts for years. She looked as stunning as ever, and the sight of her sent a surge of possessive desire through me. I wanted her, plain and simple. I wanted to feel her, to claim her again, and this time, to stay in her life.Her eyes widened in shock as she recognized me. Good. Let her be surprised. I liked the idea of unsettling her, of making her wonder why I was here. As Mr. Anderson droned on about the charity event, I barely paid attention. My focus was solely on Ella and the way she tried to compose herself.When Mr. Anderson finally left, the room fell silent, the tension thick betwee
ELLA'S POV "And I like that." Xavier's words filled my ears, the undeniable connection of our bodies causing me to fiddle gently. My body throbbed with a lot of emotions, if anything, I wanted him to pin me to four walls of this office. For him to claim me— but I won't show it.He was a jerk, one I wasn't going to allow into my life. He had left me to myself then causing my then almost perfect promising career to be shattered. I couldn't help but feel a trace of hurt in my veins, my face hardening.Back then, I had the perfect life as an adult college student, a hot boyfriend, a best friend that loved to party. My career was promising, I was supposed to be a doctor, but all my dreams laid in dirt the moment the doctor had told me I was pregnant.We were having a practical back at school, I had fainted and my best friend, Maggie, with the help of Dave, my ex boyfriend, had both helped me to the sick bay. The nurse there had taken some test and had announced discretely that I was pregn
ELLA'S POVI was walking briskly down the hallway, trying to keep my head up despite the jumble of thoughts still lodged in my mind from Rhea’s confrontation. My hand tingled where I had smacked her and as the adrenaline ebbed away, a boiling blend of anger and satisfaction set in.Penny, who had been waiting for me at the nurse station, waved the instant she saw me. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of delight which was replaced almost immediately with some curiosity."What happened?" Penny asked, worry ringing clearly in her tone.I forced out a smile, not wanting to add to her worries. "Nothing, just Rhea’s usual nonsense, nothing worth stressing about."Penny looked at me knowingly; she saw right through my attempt to downplay it. “Ella, come on. What did she say?”Looking around to see if anyone could hear us, I sighed. "That's a story for later but I have some big news now."“Really?” Penny lifted an eyebrow curiously the worry in her tone ebbing away.Stopping in my tracks, I turne
ELLA'S POV "Whatever you’re trying to prove, Ella," He said, his voice softer, "it doesn’t change what’s between us.""I have to return back to work, sir?" I said, my head bent in an aim not to catch his gaze."You're mine, Ella." I heard him say, my mind freezing with fear as I lose myself in the ocean blue color of his eyes. The intoxicating fragrance of his body flared my nostrils, woody and dangerously seductively — I'd deduce. I couldn't help it but acknowledge the enticing feature of his body, his almost perfect body standing just an inch away from mine. The fiery burn in his eyes held me in their captivating charm, the heat of the moment causing me to snap back into reality. I wasn't his, I told myself countlessly as my body throbbed, aching for his touch. Pulling my self back, I said slowly freeing my hand from his grip, "I have to get back to work, sir." Flashing a final glance at him, I turned in an elegant swivel heading in the direction of the hospital. The glance I fl
MADAME BROWNE'S POVWhile in my unconscious state, I felt darkness wrap around me. I saw, felt and even heard nothing. Nothing other than that ding. With each time it came, I writhed, twisted and strived to get it to stop. I was sick and tired of it and to make matters worse, I was beginning to get scared to my wits as questions pulsed through my mind. Did I die? Was this all another version of hell? I was expecting an erupting volcano, heat and a little bit of fire but all I saw was darkness. Thick, dark darkness. I was about to ponder on a question when I heard a ding. I tried to move but my body wouldn't budge.I tried again and then again but with each trial, I drew closer to the realization that maybe I had died. I mean my body wasn't going to move anymore and the signs were beginning to police together.I was about to accept the finalisation of my current dilemma when all of a sudden, I felt the elevator shake. Panic surged through me and in a fit of fear and confusion, I trie
MR MCKINNEY'S POV If you are reading this now, you must've thought Madame Browne had died. Well, I wished she was dead too but not all of our wishes came true and the acceptance of the fact was the beginning of maturity.Don't be discouraged yet. There was still a lot of things coming for her that she just didn't know yet. You see, when I planned on getting someone to do something, I made sure to leave no stones untouched. Right now, I was seated on my chair with my arm crossed and my eyes fixed on the tablet in front of me. Right there on the screen was Madame Browne, fallen and weak with sharp fearful gasps rolling out of her lips.She was afraid.Don't get me wrong this was the only time I'd seen her this shaken to fear. Her hair which you'd expect tostull be tied up in some fancy bun was now let down in rough, messy strands that draped down to her back. She was currently trying to block the dings I was letting off stop but little did she know that I, Mr McKinney, was the one beh
MADAME BROWNE'S POVThe entire walk from my room down to the elevator was long because most of the minutes were spent pondering on the invite. I bit my fingers slowly as fear pulsed throughout me in sharp jolts. The guard who was sent to call me over there led the way since I was too shaken with suspicion and fear to go alone. As I followed his lead, I still couldn't let out the gleams of suspicion that clawed at my chest.Something was in the hallway. Something was watching over me, judging maybe even cackling as I made my way to the elevator with my steps as soft as feathers. The guards' back figure filled me with relief as I rubbed my chest and sighed.Several droplets of sweat trickled down my forehead as I paused and watched as he jabbed his fingers against the controls. The buttons by the elevator beeped countlessly for a long period of seconds but the doors didn't open.It was as if someone was in it but if that were to be the case at hand, the indicator had to be flashing red
MADAME BROWNE'S POV As I stepped out of the car, the cold wind justled several strands of my hair into the air as I struggled to keep my strands down. My fingers brushed off some blocking strands as I paced towards the door leading into the mansion. Two guards stood by it with firm frowns on their faces. “Thank you.” I muttered out loud to the driver who was probably engulfed in something else to respond. I made my way to the door and as I approached it, the drivers standing by it, pulled it open as I stepped into the mansion. I walked into the mansion and walked directly to the staircase. I made sure no one was watching before I placed silent steps up the stairs. The overhead lights in the room flickered brightly as I traced my steps up it. It didn't take long for me to arrive at the hallway leading into the elevator. I tapped on the buttons and as the door chimed open, I locked my arms and inhaled deeply as I waited for the ride to come to an end. My body was aching so much I n
MR MCKINNEY'S POV I stayed at alert all through the time the guards informed me she had stepped out of the mansion down till the car that drove her out veered into the mansion. My eyes widened almost immediately as my fingers roved over to the window panes as I adjusted to me to get a clearer view of the car.Just as it parked safely in the parking lot, the door to the room pulled open and as the cracks it made slashed through the silence in the air, I paused then flashed my gaze in the direction. I tilted my head and I met the blank faces of the two security guards I gave the task of relaying every update on Madame Browne's movements to me. The golden brown lighting in the room buzzed over their cold features as one of them stepped forward. “She's here, sir.” he mumbled coldly and just then, I heard a sound. It wasn't from the room but from the parking lot.If I heard it correctly, it was the sound of her driver's voice. I wasn't able to catch the exact line of words he used but I
LUCAS'S POV The moment Madame Browne stepped foot out into the restaurant, I felt my heart thump heavily in my chest. A cold shiver trudged down my spine as a sensation sprouted within me. I didn't know how to explain it but it was there. Blossoming. Growing. With my gaze fixed on her figure, I carelessly grabbed a bottle of wine and raised it to my lips. The sour taste of grapes washed down my throat as I stared back at her. She was pacing towards the table in a black dinner gown that wasn't too flashy but still blended in with the people in the bar.They all seemed discreet enough to not even flash a glance at us. Everyone had their attention fixed on the people they came to meet and nothing else. No stolen glances, no glaring eyes… nothing. It felt like we were all alone.I had to give accolades to my assistant. She really did know what her job entailed and delivered effortlessly. My fingers curled around the wine glass as I placed it back on the table and for a split second, sho
MADAME BROWNE'S POV AN HOUR EARLIERAfter the call with Lucas, he passed the phone over to his assistant who I surprisingly caught up well with and as he did, her voice blared out. “You can come over. I've fixed a dinner reservation for you and him to talk it all out and figure out the next step to take.”I nodded softly as I asked, “What time is that going to be in?”Her reply came in quicker than I was expecting. “In about twenty minutes from now, I'll send you the address.”Just as she said that, my phone buzzed in my grip and as I paused talking just to glance at my screen, a pop-up message from her number came up. I read the letters on the card slowly and after reading it, I replied her softly. “Okay. I'll be out in a bit, it actually isn't that far from the mansion.” I uttered the words and as I finished, I ended the call and raced over to my wardrobe where I picked the first dress I saw and zipped it down as I stepped into it. Pulling the gown back up, I ran my fingers over t
MR MCKINNEY'S POVI shouldn't have chased him away. He wasn't wrong but I just couldn't stand seeing him like that. For the first time in the entire decades I'd spent raising him, my little boy was making his stand and as much as I wanted to let him flap his wings I couldn't let him go out there and lose his life to Lucas.I knew who he really was and how dangerous he was and having him contend with Xavier would crush me. Lucas could have him killed within the blink of an eye and I'd lose the one thing I promised myself I'd watch over. Just if you weren't aware, I made a promise to myself after the death of his parents to take care of him and shield him from any form of harm and now…I guess he'd outgrown my tactics buti just couldn't let him out of my grasp. At least not now. Not when everything was a standstill and each and every move we made was being closely watched by him. Lucas.My heart palpited in my chest as I watched him turn his back and leave. A part of me wanted to hold h
XAVIER'S POV As the words rolled off my tongue, the look on the president's face changed almost immediately. His eyes darkened and his expression turned cold as he tilted his head downwards. Confusion washed into my veins as I arched a brow and paced towards his chair.Did I say something wrong?If there was anything wrong with all that was happening now, it was his reaction. Why was he acting like that? Did I offend him? I inspected him with a steady gaze as my heart thumped ruthlessly against its ribcage. With each step I took towards him, fear growled at the pit of my chest “Grandpa?” I stuttered as I stretched my fingers to reach for his shoulders but before I could do that, his head snapped up and his gaze snapped in my direction. Cold droplets of sweat clung to my forehand as his head jolted up and his gaze raked mine. My breath hitched almost immediately. My fingers quivered as I clutched them tightly into a head fists. Several lumps of fear logged in my chest and as they l