[Charlotte] “So let me guess,” I let myself rest comfortably in his arms for a minute more. “We’re going out shopping in the finest stores for my fancy ball gown and matching glass slippers?” “No,” Micah answers with a stony expression. “Don’t be ridiculous. We are not going out anywhere.” I remove myself from his embrace and look to see if there is any crack in his expression that would signal any kind of joke. His face remains extremely serious as he continues. “When your last name is McKaine, you don’t go out shopping,” he explains as if it were obvious. “Well, then how do you get new things? Are they delivered?” I hate that he isn’t just telling me what it is he thinks I should already know. He likes his surprises a little too much. Sometimes it can be irritating the way he constantly has me guessing what is going to happen next. “The stores come to us,” he pulls out his phone and presses a button. Instantly he is connected to Violetta, who arranges to have the best stylists
[Charlotte]The two of them look at one another, and their looks of shock and chagrin are so similar I almost start to laugh, despite my confusion. They look nothing alike physically--he is a tall man with lightly tan skin, deep hazel eyes, and curling chestnut hair and she is a petite woman with dark skin and a tight afro, but the family resemblance in how they move is almost uncanny.“She’s my other mother,” he explains with a lopsided grin. He knows I’m going to be upset with him for this trick of his, but he also seems happy to introduce us. “Charlotte, this is Rosalie, the woman who adopted me after my family died.”Ah, I see. She’s his foster mother. “And you thought it would make more sense to sneak her dresses into the lineup rather than just introduce her directly?” I give him a side-eyed look that hopefully conveys how crazy his plan is. “Couldn’t we have just gotten together and had lunch?” “Actually, cher, that was my original idea,” he confesses. “But then after this mo
[Charlotte]The office is abuzz with energy as everyone becomes excited for the Charity Ball. Only senior staff received invitations, but the company is receiving a lot of good press considering that the company founder and CEO, Micah McKaine, is one of this year’s honorees. When this news hit the mainstream media, MMK stock tripled in value overnight. Since employees get stock options when they sign on, many of us were glowing from the news. We might not all be millionaires now, but some of us might be able to send our kids to college or pay off their mortgages. The only person not bubbling over with excitement is Andy. He is going to the ball alone. As I made my morning coffee deliveries, he called me into the office to go over our plan. “So you will come with McKaine, but as soon as you can, break off and meet up with me. Together we will hand over the intel to McAllister. He will see that you are a valuable asset and you will replace Maven as our liaison. And then,” he pulls
[Charlotte] "You did what?" My eyes widen as he explains that he has given me equal power over his businesses, both legitimate and otherwise. "Why would you do that? I have no experience running a business, never mind running..." my voice grows extra soft as I take a step closer to him, "...a criminal empire." "You are my partner in every way," he explains as he leans in closer, his breath hot on my neck. "Soon, the whole world will know. It only makes sense that my senior employees begin treating you as such." "But Micah," I argue, "I don't want your businesses. I don't know anything about them and even if I did, I am not good enough to be your partner. I'm not as smart as you, I'm not as savvy. Are you sure you can trust me?" I put my hands on my hips. "You're being foolish. Most men with your level of power would have me signing a prenup longer than my arm and you're just giving it half to me like it is nothing. Relationships don't last Mi
[Charlotte]I push him into a chair and kneel between his legs, grabbing a hold of his belt tightly. He gasps as I remove his belt in a single, swift move.“Do I have permission to tie you up, Mr. McKaine,” I smile demurely.He puts his wrists together and holds them out in front. Using his belt, I secure it in place. He then holds his hands above his head, looking at me expectantly. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never tried anything this kinky with anyone. “I am your prisoner, Madam,” he pants, his chest heaving with anticipation, “Do with me as you wish.”Starting at his waist, I lick a trail from his waist to his collarbone, looking up at him as he watches me. Kissing a way back down his chest, I kiss his right nipple, right before I give it a little nibble. Even though it is much smaller than my own, it is still sensitive and reacts to my touch, becoming small and hard as I lick and suck on it. He makes the cutest little noises as I kiss my way to his other nipple, my thumb n
[Charlotte] As we carefully untangle and clean up in the spare apartment, he shows me his love in all the small ways he cares for me. It's in the feel of his hands as he lifts my hair out of the way to scrub my back or helps me step out of the shower. It's in his eyes as he watches me move, not with lust but with pure adoration. I am not used to anyone seeing me in this way, wanting me in this way as someone worth loving and cherishing. Andy had only thought of himself and his pleasure. He ignored mine. To him, I was just another thing to use and discard. I don't think I was ever a person to him, not really. I was a challenge, yes, and a prize, but never a person. I was just another something to be won and conquered. After I had the girls and my body changed and my heart turned towards them as any mother would, I became something vile. I was a burden, something tying him down. Andy was my first lover. If I am lucky, Micah will be my last. I never knew how deeply I could love and be
[Charlotte] As soon as my daughters release me, Micah helps me up, sweeping me into his arms and pulling me into a kiss. The girls both start to giggle and I can feel my face growing red with embarrassment knowing that everyone's eyes are on us. "You are not going to distract me that easily, Mr. McKaine," I admonish him as he releases me. "I asked you a question." "Well, Charlotte," he begins nervously, not sure how I'm going to react. "I brought our family to their new home." "I see, even though I hadn't said anything yet about wanting to move in?" I mention although I might as well have been talking to a wall with all the good it did me. "Everything has already been moved. The girls even picked out their rooms, one for toys and one to sleep in," he grins. "They insisted on sleeping together in the same bed." That sounds like my girls. Stubborn, just like me. I give him a half smile, half grimace as I take in the beauty of this place. I feel like I should be mad about the heav
[Micah] Gods, she’s so beautiful. She’s always lovely, but tonight, framed in moonlight, she is a vision. We are riding in the back of a limo tonight. We are showing off a bit tonight, even Roger is in a formal suit rather than his usual khaki pants and jacket. My maman outdid herself with Charlotte's gown. The way the pleated bodice gives way to a fitted skirt with just the right amount of slit to be both dangerously sexy while remaining demure is an art in itself. The silk is hand-beaded and rhinestoned, so when she turns just so, the dress seems to glimmer with pinpricks of light. Her arms are covered with opera-length gloves, a shade of nude only slightly lighter than her skin, that are adorned with small pearls giving her skin the appearance of being naturally bejeweled. Her makeup is impeccably applied, making her eyes appear larger and brighter. Juniper also did an excellent job styling her hair and jewelry. Charlotte's thick black tresses have been tamed and curled, t
[Charlotte]I don't remember much after that moment when I first attacked McAllister. I was lost in the moment, avenging my fallen friend, making sure that he didn't get up ever again. And then I felt a sting on my back and a rush of heat. I fell to the ground and the rest faded into nothing. When I woke up in the hospital two days later and Juni was by my side, I thought I must be dead. But I wasn't. She isn't dead, and neither am I. An hour or so later, Micah arrives in the room smelling clean and looking tidy, his arms full of dozens of chrysanthemums in shades of gold and white. "A gift, from the Masumotos, " he explains as he sets them down next to my bed. Juni kisses me on the cheek and says she'll see me later as she leaves Micah and me alone. "The girls are fine," he says as he takes a seat, "And as you can see, so is Juni. Everyone is safe."I nod. It's all starting to feel like a bad dream. A nightmare I didn't think I'd wake from. "Was it ever Juni in that room?" I ask
[Micah][Earlier that evening]Stepping out of my car, I am flanked by my crew as together we walk straight into the dragon's den. Our enemy, McAllister, is going down tonight. We aren't alone as we approach the landing. It seems that McAllister called in all of the faction heads to attend his VIP event. Even the current head of the Skeleton Crew is here, Bones LeRoux bringing full Louisiana flair, from his checkered suit to his ivory-topped cane. Mobs bosses and gang leaders from across the country all gathered in one place. McAllister is planning something. Something big. Maybe this wasn't just about MMK Industries. Does McAllister have plans for a global expansion? "Nah," I say to myself, realizing the truth. "He's just trying to show off." Roger, standing next to me, nods in agreement. For a man who is outwardly plain and prefers to remain unnoticed, he does have a way of making himself showy when he needs to. As soon as we pass the threshold to his mansion, the drab exterior
[Charlotte]The flight over was grim. We are not going to Portland on holiday--it is a rescue mission. Micah and I stayed next to one another, but I couldn't cuddle in his arms the way I'd prefer. We both had to be generals of this little rag-tag army of ours. I have my girls, my Blue Diamonds, and he has his Angels and his soldiers, his troops on the ground. There would be time for snuggling later. If we all survive this. And if we don't, I guess we'll have to find each other in the next life. As soon as we land we'll be going our separate ways. He'll be taking his people to the Tattooed Walls. We'd be McAllister's guests in one of his hotels.Our time went by much too quickly. It felt like a blink Holding my hand, we disembarked together, Micah refusing to let go of me until he had no other choice. Waiting on the tarmac were two cars heading in different directions. If all goes well, we'll be back here tonight, on our way home.And if it doesn't...Using our intertwined hands as
[Micah]I do not like this plan of Charlotte's. It is too dangerous. She is putting too much at risk, even surrounded by her Blue Diamonds. As part of the plan she made with McAllister, she and her girls will be providing "entertainment" for him and a few choice guests. "A private, intimate party for only the very best customers." Just the thought of her in a room with his kind of people makes my heart race and my vision blur with fear and anger."I'm counting on you to make the most of the time we give you," Charlotte demands, holding my face between her hands as she looks me dead in the eyes. "My girls and I can take whatever he dishes out, don't you worry about us. He isn't going to expect that a bunch of strippers are also cold-blooded assassins. But we are only the distraction. We need you and your boys to get us out of there safe."I think she is underestimating him, which is why I need to make sure my part of the plan goes flawlessly. As soon as we touch down, I kiss my beau
[Charlotte]My blood is still boiling after seeing what that bastard did to his own daughter. It is ten times worse than any humiliation that I ever faced by Andy's hand, and it is her father pulling the strings. Did he make her watch Kenji suffer too? Was she in the room when her father's men cut off his ear? We're going to save Sasha and Kenji. And then we're going to burn it all down. But how do we slay this sick dragon? Micah wants to go in full guns blazing, the Masumoto clan at his back. Grandma Masumoto is down for this plan, angry that her favorite grandson has been captured and so thoroughly disrespected. She's already called the cousins in Yokohama. They'll be flying directly to Portland and arriving tomorrow morning. I have another, more subtle plan, one that I hope will distract McAllister enough for Micah to be successful in our little coup.Pitching my idea to him, he tenses. "I don't like this, Mon Ange. I don't want to put you in that demon's grasp." "You'll be ju
[Charlotte]"Can you sign for this?" A smiling young man approached the main desk. I was passing through and our receptionist, Claire, handed it to me. Sasha was out today, so I took the package. Weirdly, she didn't call in, but knowing Kenji's plans for her last night, I'm sure they're still busy "resting" in bed this morning. I can already imagine the wedding. She'll be such a beautiful bride. After thanking Claire, I see that it is made out to Mr. and Mrs. McKaine. Rubbing my finger across the postmark, I can't help but glow. We're really married. It's still so hard to believe, even though I wake up next to him every morning snuggled into his warmth after a night of endless lovemaking. You'd think learning I am pregnant with his twins would cool his ardor--mission accomplished! He's so virile he succeeded in knocking me up twice over. But no, if anything he's even more passionate, even more determined to show me his love every day. "You are so beautiful," he likes to tell me eac
[Sasha]My father has never been a gentle man. Nor has he ever shown compassion to anyone, not true compassion. Not even to his daughter. I grew up knowing that I am not blood-related, that he picked me from a selection of surrogates pregnant with children they didn't want. He didn't want to leave his physical legacy in the world. I was just something for him to control and mold. Love wasn't part of the deal.To be honest, I don't know if he's capable of such a complex emotion. Or any true emotions. He wears masks that people find believable to convince him that he is interested in them and that he cares about anything they have to say, but it is all an act. Just another part of his carefully curated self-image. Just like me--just another prop to make him more "likable" and "relatable." Most children turn to their parents when they need comfort. I never had that instinct, or more precisely, I was never allowed to develop that kind of attachment. The only people who were with me cons
[Charlotte]Humming to myself, I walk to the break room, take a slice of some "welcome home cake," that the office had presented to us this morning, and grab a nice cup of coffee. The cake tastes amazing. I've hardly been able to keep anything down lately and my body needs the calories. Apparently, this baby likes sugar because I am able to eat the entire piece without even the smallest touch of indigestion. Taking a sip of my coffee to cut the sweetness, I start to choke. Fighting back the urge to vomit, I force myself to keep it all down. Fine, no coffee. My girls gave me similar trouble. They didn't like any caffeinated beverages. I couldn't even drink a cup of green tea. "Babies suck," I look at my coffee sadly as I text Micah to let him know our appointment is in 45 minutes. "Meet me in the garage in 10 minutes," I text as a follow-up. Tossing my coffee, I groan. I could have used that jolt of energy.I don't even make it to the elevator before Micah has his hand around my wa
[Charlotte]Things are different when I come into the office the next day. My morning starts normally enough. Micah is already off for his day, gone in early to take care of some "urgent business," and I'm to come in a bit later after dropping off the girls at their new school. My new driver, Agnes, is the latest addition to the Blue Diamonds, and like Roger is to Micah, she will be my constant companion and driver. "Ma'am, we're here," she announces in a tight, southern drawl. "Are you ready, or do you need me to make another circuit?""I'm ready," I give her my sunniest smile even though on the inside my stomach is churning--although I'm not sure if it's about this or something else, something more important. Thankfully Sasha is already in my new office, typing a report when I enter. I know she's McAllister's daughter and I shouldn't trust her, but Kenji loves her, and that's good enough for me. I trust his judgment and his family's legendary ability to judge a person's inner cha