The Next Morning, Back At Mr. Smiths House. Mr. Smith was on the phone with his lawyer, trying to sort out James' case. Liam, who was now also assisting Mr. Smith, knocked frantically on the door. “Come in.” Mr. Smith snapped and Liam entered his office with his head bowed. “How dare you knock on my door like that, someone had better be dying.” Mr. Smith said. “I'm so sorry sir, but it's an emergency.” Liam said. “What bloody emergency?” Mr. Smith asked him. “Earlier this morning, the New York Times and People magazine ran the story of James arrest. It's on the front page; other news outlets saw it and confirmed it, and now everyone is running the news. It's everywhere, on all TV stations.” Liam said. Mr. Smith couldn't believe it, he did everything in his power to make sure that something like this did not happen. He put on his TV and scrolled through all the news channels, and he saw that Liam was right; it was breaking new
Mr. Smith was doing his possible best to keep his cool but Dylan knew that he had gotten under his skin. Immediately after the news broke, Dylan spoke to Alan about coming in and pitching an idea that could help their company. The thing was that the board would always do what was best for the company and not the CEO. Mr. Smith was a very good business man but even he couldn't anticipate Dylan being in his board room. “Thank you so much for that question, Mr. Smith. I thought I would be talking to your son actually, but it seems he's not here.” Dylan said. “Well, James stepped down as CEO a few days ago and I was voted in.” Mr. Smith answered, unknowingly falling into Dylan's trap. “Why is that? Did you know about him getting arrested?” Dylan asked, and there was a collective gasp around the table, but he didn't give Mr Smith a chance to save himself; he had done what he set out to do, which was to put distrust in the minds of the board members when it came t
Dylan had a long day, he was at Prestige till seven in the night, signing papers and making sure that everything was in place. He instructed the security at the company not to allow James or his father near the company and he also disabled their key cards. He had done what he set out to do. James' arrest was still making headlines, and other parts of the world had picked up the news, too. But Dylan knew taking Prestige from James and his father wasn't enough; yes, it was a big blow, but he had to make sure that Mr Smith didn't make any backroom deal to keep James out of prison. Dylan got into his car, and his driver took him home; he hadn't talked to Anna or Emma all day except for the one text message he sent to her before the board meeting; he was sure that would be worried and for some reason, that brought a smile to his face. He didn't know how it happened, but it did; Anna was a part of his life now. The car stopped in front of the house and Dylan got down. He
The next day, Dylan and Anna dropped a very excited Emma off at school. They had talked to the school principal, the school nurse and Emma's teacher, explaining Emma's condition to them and then before they left the house they introduced Emma to her new security guard Finn whom Emma had taken a shine to, Anna thought that Emma wouldn't like the idea of a security guard but she was fine with it. Dylan assigned Marcus to Anna; seeing as Anna was already familiar with him, it would make the transition smoother. The driver dropped off Dylan first at Prestige, where he would be working out of for the week, and then the driver took Anna down to Kings Hotel. With all the travelling, Anna had never been to the office; she had been doing everything remotely, and it all went well thanks to her capable assistant, Grace. Only Grace knew what she looked and sounded like; no one else in the office knew, and Anna liked it that way. She wanted to use her first day back at work to see
Dylan was back in his office; he had made reservations at NOBU, one of the best sushi restaurants, to celebrate Anna's first official day at work. Anna had mentioned in passing that she had never been there. Everything was going well, he checked in with Luke and everything in London and the disbursement of the drugs was going well also. The board didn't say anything about him leaving; his finance people were still looking through Prestige books, so all he could do was wait until they were done. There were so many reporters camped in front of Prestige and Kings Enterprise everyone wanted to know what was going on; the only thing they had to go on were speculations. Dylan thought that Mr. Smith would give a statement, but apparently, he saw through his anger that it wouldn't be an idea. Because at that moment, Dylan was the angel that had swooped in to save his company, and everyone knew that. Dylan knew that he had to issue a statement, but he needed to have all h
Since he arrived back in the States, all James did was eat, drink and fuck. If his father thought he was useless, he was going to live up to the reputation. He got up from his bed, where Kendra lay on the other side and passed out. James put on his silk robe and walked out of the room. His house was now a prison; his father made sure that there were guards posted at every entry and exit. But he was able to sneak Kendra in because it was his house, and he knew it better than the guards, which meant that he could leave whenever he wanted; he just didn't want to, and he had no reason to. He had no job because his father had removed him as CEO, and the woman he loved was on the other side of the world, and until his court case was over, he couldn't go anywhere near her. James wobbled down to his bar and grabbed a bottle of bourbon; he didn't even bother taking a glass and pouring the drink; he drank straight from the bottle. “Hmm Hmm.” Someone cleared their throat and J
Dylan dipped out of work early, his finance guys still weren't done, and all the other projects at Kings Enterprise were moving smoothly, so there was nothing left for him to do; he freshened up in his office bathroom, and then he left. He had been looking forward to this dinner all day and the look on Anna's face when she realised where he was taking her. He drove his Aston Martin while his security followed behind him in the SUV. He parked his car in front of the hotel and asked the security to wait. He took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and luckily, most of the staff had left. He didn't like that Anna wanted to keep her maiden name in the office, but he understood where she was coming from, but in two months, the article would be out, and everyone would know that she was his wife. He knocked on her door and walked in, she looked up from the document she was reading. “What are you doing here?” Anna asked him. “I told you I would pick you up for dinn
The next day Dylan was back at Prestige in his office, but his mind couldn't help to go to last night. He and Anna had an amazing time; after she got over her shock, the conversation flowed; she told him all about her first day of work and her run-in with the receptionists, Dylan got pissed, but Anna told him not to worry and that she would handle it and Dylan trusted that she would. After dinner, it seemed like Anna wanted to tell him something but every time he thought she was about to, she would change her mind. When they got back home, they both checked in on Emma, who was sleeping peacefully and then they went to his room. That night, the sex between them was different, the atmosphere was different, and it wasn't like other times; it was slow and sensual, and they both took their time. There was only one word for it, they didn't fuck, they made love, that was the only word for it. Did he love Anastasia? He had never loved anyone in his life, he never allowe