Mackenzie was standing in nothing but a flimsy black lace bra and matching black panties. And her high heels. She swayed slightly, making her hair flirt around her back.“It’s so hot..” She muttered to herself, reaching to her back and struggling to reach the pins of her bra.Now that the danger was gone, she was lost under the influence of the tequila shots she had been chugging down all night.Chase could not control the sudden lust that erupted in a scorching inferno inside him the moment he stepped in to see her like this. His entire body had gone tense, and his eyes hooded with desire.Fuck, he thought, as blood pooled straight down in his shaft.But then she was drunk. She had no idea what she was doing. He shouldn’t be thinking about throwing her onto the bed, tearing that flimsy lace off her soft and curvy hips and plowing his cock into her so hard, her screams would bring the entire club house down.Those X-rated thoughts of his, while she was drunk were too depraved.“What a
Mackenzie, in her drunken stupor, placed a hand against her ears, realizing that she had left her earrings back in Chase’s VIP room. She had taken them off first before sliding out of her dress. “How could I let this happen?” She muttered grumpily to herself, oblivious to the fact that Chase was watching her closely as they got closer to Maverick’s car.Charlotte and Felicity perked up immediately they spotted them, and they hurried forward. “Is she okay?” Felicity asked, worriedly.“I found her on time, thankfully.” Uncle Maverick answered, shooting a cold look in Chase’s direction. “She’s just soaking drunk.”“She had too much tequila. I should have stopped her.” Felicity frowned.Chase was distracted from the conversation when Charlotte planted herself in front of him, with her eyes wide in awe and disbelief. She could not believe the fact that she was standing in front of The Chase Axford in person.She eagerly noted that he looked even more gorgeous in person than in the pictur
The mention of the will had Chase bristling with sudden anger. He hated the fact that his father had so easily resigned himself to the idea of being killed off by cancer.“That is not important right now.” He gritted out. “What is important is that you get your surgery and come out healthy again!”Richard furrowed his eyebrows. “What is wrong with you, Chase? You are usually the practical one. Getting my things in order, including my will, is the practical thing to do at this point. No one knows what the outcome of the surgery will be.”“We are fighters. That is what got us this high in the food chain.” Chase countered. “You have to fight this. You already have state-of-the-art hospital equipment, genius doctors and skilled surgeons at your service. All that’s left is your will to fight. Do you really want to leave, like mom did?”Richard sighed deeply. “Son. You have Eleanor.”Chase’s expression visibly darkened at the mention of that woman. “If you trust Eleanor so much, why have
The man was in serious pain, and that pain bled into his voice as he exclaimed,“My wrist is broken! Please! Please, let me go!”His pride and over bloated ego had all evaporated in Chase’s presence. Sweat trickled down the side of his face, as he tried to loosen his inflamed wrist from Chase’s grip.“What was that you called her?” Chase snarled in rage, “Who the fuck are you to lay your filthy hand on her?!”The manager dashed out of a door to see what the noise was all about, and his jaw dropped to the ground in alarm and shock when he saw Chase. He hurried over, apologizes spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall.He had not even bothered to ask what was going on.“Mr. Axford! I’m deeply sorry—”Chase was barely even listening. All of his dark attention was strained on the man. He roughly flung his hand away, earning a pained howl from the man who was now clutching his hand desperately.“Where the fuck is your business card?” Chase demanded, barely keeping his rage contained.Mac
Mackenzie knew that Jeffrey had an arsenal of hotshot lawyers at his disposal, along with his cunning, scheming bitch of a mother. It would cost them nothing to tweak the law a little bit to come for her kids.Wealthy people are scary.The Axfords are scarier.She was helpless against them. Broke, trying so hard to make ends meet, she could barely afford a good lawyer if it came to that. In the best case scenario, she would be only to get shared custody of her kids… with Jeffrey.The mere thought was a nightmare.Her poor, innocent babies would become mere tools in the hands of Eleanor and Jeffrey. Then again, the truth of her infidelity would come to light in front of the entire world. Not many things about the Axfords go unnoticed by the press, so the scandal of her having kids for her husband’s stepbrother, while still married… was going to mess up her reputation.Everyone would see her as an infidel. Mackenzie didn’t have the heart to endure that kind of public judgement.At this
The news sounded like a gunshot in Mackenzie’s ears. Her eyebrows slanted. “What?”Tears poured down Charlotte’s face, “I’m so scared and helpless right now, Mackenzie! I just got the call and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to help the situation. She’s going to die unless she gets medical attention in the next hour! I can’t even call Uncle Maverick cos his number isn’t going through!”That was right. Uncle Maverick had gone out of the city for a short trip. He would have been able to resolve the matter if he were here.Mackenzie felt her heart start to pound in genuine worry and panic. Mrs. Weston, Charlotte’s mom was just like her own mother. The thought of her dying was terrifying.“We have to do something about this immediately!” Mackenzie’s voice shook with fear as she straightened back up.Her mind was racing with thoughts on what she could do, when she immediately thought of Chase. Yes. At this point, he was the only one that could save Mrs. Weston from dying.Her hands fum
When Chase makes her completely his, no man would have even a shred of audacity to look in her general direction the wrong way. He would fucking gauge the eyes out of anyone that dared.His thoughts suddenly strayed back to Mackenzie’s friends, and he remembered “Uncle” Maverick. Something just didn’t sit right about that man with him.“Is that guy, Maverick, your Uncle?” He asked.Mackenzie looked up at him. “Uh, no.” She let out a tiny smile. “We just call him that out of habit.”Chase didn’t like the fact that she smiled just at the mere mention of him. Jealousy reared its head in his mind. He asked again, “Why would you three call him that out of habit, though?”“Well, he and Charlotte are actually cousins. But he’s older that us by a big gap, so he was always the protective figure when we girls were little kids. So we just started calling him that. Till today, he’s still very protective of us.”Chase blinked, unimpressed.Protective? He wouldn’t mind if that guy was protective ov
In the next three days, Charlotte spent most of her time in the hospital with her mother who has a successful surgery and has been stabilized. She was still hospitalized for further supervision.Meanwhile, Chase was in his office, with a pile of paperwork on the large, executive desk in front of him. Yet all he could think of was the fact that Mackenzie had accepted his offer, finally. When she said it earlier, when asking for his help to save her friend’s mother, he had thought it was just her panic and desperation talking.But, after Mrs. Weston was out of surgery and safe, Mackenzie still told him that she would work for him. Of course, he was only able to help Charlotte’s situation because of Mackenzie, but he didn’t do it to force or blackmail her into working for him.But, she had finally given a positive answer anyway, and he gladly took the opportunity. It was what he had been dying to hear all this time, but when she finally did, she began to avoid him.For the past two days
EPILOGUECameron felt nostalgic, sitting down in the same seat he had been sitting—six months ago—when he met the woman of his dreams. She had walked on the stage with a grace only a swan could possess and she had captivated his attention and stolen his heart not long after. But compared to Cameron's first visit to the bar, he noticed how empty the bar was. It was heavily decorated—surprisingly—but also unoccupied. Cameron's eyes swept over the room, taking in every decoration that seemed to have been done with precision. Balloons, ribbons, candles, everything felt strangely comforting.He was still sweeping over the area with his eyes when the lights suddenly went out, leaving him in the dark. "Hey, is anyone here?!" He called out into the darkness, hoping someone would hear and come to his aid. It was odd that he heard no noise at all but what felt even more odd to him was the fact that he had agreed to go over to the bar in the first place.Calista had caller earlier and said some
"Don't you think it would be better to just ask her stuff about them? We know them individually but Liza knows them personally." Emily said to her knucklehead sister, knowing she had just found a solution to their six hour long problem but another one was secretly embedded in Calista seeing her suggestion as a good approach to things or if she wouldn't. Luckily for both of them, Calista bought the idea. "Why didn't I think of that sooner?" She asked no one in particular as she flashed a huge smile at her little sister, wondering how their parents had given birth to such a brilliant child. It wasn't like Calista and her twin brother, Cameron, were a disaster, it was just that, Emily was, well, better.But smart or not, Calista was in the middle of planning for the best proposal ever and she wanted everything to be perfect. Cameron had—unsurprisingly—entrusted her with the task of making sure everything went well with his proposal to Liza and Emily had just given Calista a stepping sto
Turns out reconciliation wasn't as hard as Chad had assumed it to be. It was just surprising how easily his family had accepted him back, as if he had not walked out on them over ten years ago. How could they be so loving after everything he had put them through? Chad couldn't wrap his head around the whole situation at all. But that wasn't all he was battling in as he stood at the balcony of his new apartment, looking down at the street just opposite his place. From where he was, Chad could see different people moving around in pairs and some, even in groups.Anyone could clearly see how different they all were, occupied in their little worlds, without any knowledge of what was to come next for any of them. But still, they kept moving, defying the odds over and over again and just basically living life the way they pleased. It was scary but very admirable. The strangers reminded him so much of Calista, the artist that had woven her way into his heart as unexpectedly as the rain wou
"I don't think we should be doing this every morning, Annie. I will be late for work and Calista wouldn't like you coming in late either. Do you want to upset your coach? I thought you adored her, it seems like I was wrong." Liza knew the best way to get her eight year old out of the house was by emotional blackmailing and at the moment, it was working perfectly.In no time, Annie raced down the stairs, carrying her carrier along with her. Liza found herself staring at her daughter and thinking about how things had changed so much in just two months. It felt surreal but then, change had always been a scary thing for her, this time wasn't an exception. "Are you ready, mum?" Annie asked with an accusing glare fixed on her face. Liza felt she was ready but according to Annie's standards of being ready, she was far from it. Her hair wasn't yet in its usual ponytail and Liza's bag was somewhere in the apartment, instead of her arm. But how could she get her bag as quickly as Annie wanted?
Waking up didn't seem as tiresome as it used to be anymore for Chad, infact, the start of a new day excited him–especially this day. It was the day he was finally going back home but that wasn't what was exciting to him. Just the thought of introducing a woman like Calista Axford to his family was thrilling. There was a chance that his enthusiasm would be shared but Chad was past caring. Calista was his and that was all that mattered to him. His father had always been a critically judgemental man and if anyone could thaw his ice cold heart, Chad was sure Calista was the perfect candidate for the job. Wasn't he proof enough of her skills?Chad couldn't believe he had walked into a random gallery and had met tye woman or his dreams. It was even more dreamy because he had never envisioned the kind of life he was now getting accustomed to. In his case, seeing really was believing. Calista's love was something he had to experience to believe it could happen to him. Standing up with a sm
“Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you to the hospital? It does'nt seem like thats the only place you'd be visiting today, though.” Emily spoke under her breath, watching her sister turn the wardrobe in and out, looking for an outfit to wear to her doctor's appointment. No, it wasn't weird at all that Calista suddenly wanted to put an effort into her choice of clothing. Weird was not the word, surprising was. Emily felt something was going on with her sister but she wanted Calista to spill the beans herself. It didn't make waiting for the reveal an easy task.Calista could barely see her sister's suspicious stare, her head had been in the wardrobe for what seemed like an eternity. Pulling herself out for a second, she shot Emily a blank stare, “What do you mean by that?” her question was as confused as the look she had plastered on her face.“I am not a child, Cali,” Emily retorted, moving towards the wardrobe. “I know something is up with you, something sweet and most like
Driving to Liza's place, Cameron found himself entertaining the same thoughts as Chad. Forever didn't look bad at all but how was he going to get there? How was he going to show this defensive single mother that he was ready to lend her a helping hand for a long time?Cameron was brainstorming when his phone started ringing, snatching his attention back to the present. He quickly turned off the radio—that no one was actually listening to—and picked up the call. Stephanie's voice echoed in the car, claiming even Annie's attention.“Good day, Sir,” she greeted politely, “I wanted to let you know that the contract has been drawn out for the deal but it requires your signature, sir.” there was urgency in her voice, it made Cameron feel uneasy. Usually, deals of this magnitude didn't require much stress.“Didn't we already do that in the meeting?” he inquired flatly, flashing Annie a quick smile. For some unknown reason, he felt she could sense his unease. “Alright then,” he said in resign
Chad's first thought was to kill Jason for going behind his back and selling off the painting but when he had been told who the purchaser was, he had wanted to kill himself instead. There was no other way around it, he just had to get to Calista first.As Chad rode his bike to the gallery, he realized he had no idea what to say to her. His initial plan had been to show her the portrait at the exhibition and then have her take it home as a present. But that would have been after Chad had revealed his identity as her anonymous artist.It was a simple plan, it should have worked. Only that it didn't work at all. Infact, it had gone terribly wrong. They had been too occupied—kissing in the balcony—and Calista had ended up leaving without seeing the portrait. Then, the potrait had ended up in Cameron's possession.I will just have to let her know that I am Hell's Demon and apologize for not telling her sooner, Chad concluded in his head as he pulled into the street that led to the gallery.
Motherhood, they say, always came with some exciting changes but to Liza, they were more terrifying than fun. She couldn't deny the fact that she used to enjoy it but with Annie growing older with each passing day, Liza found herself questioning her sanity, along with a good number of things.“Mum, you know the bus leaves in ten minutes, right?!” Annie called out to her mum as she hurriedly packed up her paintings. They never went early to anything at all and even though Liza detested tardiness, she had unconsciously become an ambassador of it.Breathlessly, Liza rushed into the living room, hauling her purse along with Annie's art equipments. That was the name for Annie's art supplies because she felt 'supplies' was a mundane word. The eight year old had put up quite a lengthy explanation —afterwards—and Liza had been forced to go along with it.Ignoring her very sweaty mother, Annie quickly grabbed the materials from Liza and started stuffing them into her carrier. The school had od