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With the two-week leave of absence over, Erik drove me to my office at Dorman, Wallace, & Edward’s in Chicago’s West Loop. Perry welcomed me with open arms. She looked happier than I remembered and shot a flirty glance at Domie Dorman, son of the senior partner, as he came by to say hello. I had missed working, though I didn’t miss my clients. Today, that was going to change. When Dorman Sr. knocked on my door with a list of new cases he wanted me to take, some had committed crimes against women. A few had murdered their spouses or companions. I told him I was through representing men who abused women. “From now on, I’ll pick the cases right for me,” I said. Dorman shifted uneasily and seemed to bite his tongue. “Do what’s right for you, Wil.” It was a step in the right direction. Perry brought me up to speed with the two cases we had been working on, and I busied myself with research in my office until around lunchtime when I heard a bold knock on my door.Charlotte—aka Charlie—
Last Updated : 2022-10-13The Billionare's Pretend Wife Account
After lunch, I took another look at the charges against Bohdi Michaels. The spelling of his first name was odd. I was familiar with the Hindi name, Bodhi, which meant enlightened one. I double-checked the spelling and meaning with Google before continuing my search. The definition that showed up most often said awakening or enlightenment. Despite the odd spelling, given my desire to change the path of my career, his name was as good a reason as any to research the case. It turned out he was a banker by trade and worked for a Fortune 500 company, Houghton Chambers Investment Bank. He made close to seven figures a year. The solicitation and money laundering charges brought against Michaels were related to the recent police sting involving a prostitution ring at Red Lace Escort Services. The business advertised young women, and others—genderqueer, transsexual, or gay people—for hire as arm-candy for ritzy events and parties. Under the umbrella of Red Lace Escorts LLC, the individuals h
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Crow’s feet crinkled the corners of his eyes. With a smile, Richard crossed the room to close the door. The sound of a deadbolt sliding affirmed my fate. Here, I was at my master’s mercy.“Kneel on the bed, Thena.”My heart rate quickened. This is what I came here for. I set my wineglass on the nearest dresser. The mattress was higher than most. I climbed up on it like a child might, one knee then the other, ungracefully plopping onto my rear. I scooted, situating myself in the center of the crimson bedspread. In yoga, it’s called Virasana or Hero Pose. Except that here with Richard, I spread my knees wide. Richard wandered around the room resting his hand on a whip, or a set of handcuffs. “Tell me about your darkest fantasy.”Like a kid in a candy store my eyes grew wide, and I smiled. Suddenly the possibilities were endless. He asked, “Ropes? Chains? How about something new?” Laughter exploded from my mouth. “Everything is new with you, Richard.”His gaze flew to a tall red candl
Last Updated : 2022-10-13The Billionare's Pretend Wife Decide
Richard traveled to Tokyo the next day, but the sublime strike of his reed remained in my memory. Despite his absence, I longed for my fix. The seed of desire—for punishment, for pain—was blooming, and its thorny tendrils held me by the ankles. While sitting at my desk, the simple pressure of the chair cushion caused my sex to weep for more. With Richard traveling for work, there was no reason for me to stay in Lake Forest and my new client demanded my attention. So I went home to my apartment in Chicago where fewer distractions allowed me to focus on work for the rest of the week. Later that day I was sitting at my desk when I received notice of an incoming, encrypted video call. I answered, but without turning my video camera on.The man in the screen had shaggy brown hair with silver streaks at his temples. He was shaved to a polish and his intensely blackish-brown irises were rimmed with heavy gray circles. “Who’s calling?” I asked.“Bohdi Michaels. Turn on your camera, Ms. Robe
Last Updated : 2022-10-13The Billionare's Pretend Wife Check
Roman arrived Saturday in her cerulean blue Toyota hybrid, parking in the brick, circular driveway. She crawled out of the car as I ran outside to greet her. Her head tilted upward; her gaze drawn to the eight triangular gables on the roofline of Richard’s house. “Wow.” “Hello to you, too,” I said. Paying no attention to her gaping mouth, I hugged her until at last, she dropped the act and embraced me.“Missed you, girl! And I have so much to tell you,” she said.I gave her a short tour of the mansion and Grant showed Roman to her room down a long hall on the second floor, a wing of the house I hadn’t been in before. When I’d first arrived in Lake Forest, Richard had given me the lower level bedroom to stay in. A suite fit for a king—or queen. He didn’t often sleep in the bed with me, especially if he had work to catch up on. I asked Grant, “Does Richard sleep up here, too?” “Since you arrived, Mr. Mackenzie sleeps in the guest room at the other end of the hall. He typically works
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A long with Natasha’s mugshot, Bohman Underwood sent a short article translated from Croatian. The author suspected there was more behind the Dubrovnik General Hospital’s firing Natasha than was on paper. Natasha was suspected of stealing drugs from their supply rooms. A photo of him with known organized crime boss, Artur Protsenko, was featured in the header. Bohman Underwood’s brief text asked: How does Richard know this gem? Is he working with PPS?I replied: Not with PPS. Keep digging. He’s visiting the States for unknown reasons. I want an excuse to get him arrested or sent back home.Bohman replied later: Sure thing, Ms. Robert.Bohman had learned the hard way to never divulge his research over the phone. I let him know I wasn’t available for a few more days. His simple reply felt like an ice cube down my shirt. Be careful.We didn’t see Richard until that evening, and he greeted Roman with a friendly embrace. “I’m so happy to meet you, Roman.”Roman said, “It’s nice to fin
Last Updated : 2022-10-13The Billionare's Pretend Wife Life
Jonathon was a sensuous, attuned lover, mindful and meticulously attending to my needs. At times, I resisted his touch, climbing on top of him and taking him in my mouth. Giving pleasure to him satisfied a deep need to return his kindness. I submitted to the exquisite feeling of his weight on top of me and the pressure of his mouth against mine. He put my pleasure first. He quenched my thirst before mounting me. His driving thrusts both tender and cruel.After our lovemaking, Richard didn’t sleep with me, or like me, he didn’t sleep, but in the morning, he quietly entered the bedroom. He padded across the floor to my bed and eased himself down as if trying not to disturb me. While lying in bed, I looked long and hard at our relationship dynamics. Though we were bound previously by the elements of engagement—our legal contract—and now the dominant/submissive contract, Richard had kept me at a distance. The knowledge that we met a year ago—that he’d kept that history from me—built a w
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Something was strange as we entered my condo. Confident that I’d turned all the lights off, it surprised me to see the blue seed-glass pendants over the kitchen counter turned on. Motion caught my attention out of the left corner of my eye and every nerve in my body sprang to attention. My free hand moved instinctively to the sidearm.Greg saw my hesitation and pulled me back, his weapon already drawn. He recognized the intruder first. “Jon. We weren’t expecting you,” he said.Richard stood near the couch with a bouquet of white roses in his hand. After what happened at the office my heart raced as I lowered my briefcase to the floor. “You scared us.”Richard stepped nearer offering the roses to me. “I didn’t mean to, Thena. I heard what happened today and needed to see you. To make sure you’re alright.”Despite being startled at his unannounced visit, I was grateful he’d come. “I’m fine.”“Did he hurt you? Did Natasha—”“No. He was letting us know that—even at my office—he could get
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The bed was still warm where Richard’s body had lain, but my lover was gone. In bare feet, I padded to the kitchen and found a pile of torn paper on the counter. Our dominant/submissive contract, in pieces. Beside it, a bright pink sticky-note—a love-note with his handwriting—stuck to the black granite counter. As a submissive, you have all the control. Love, Richard.He’d told me that before, and I never grasped the meaning. Yet when I thought of our relationship as a whole, I realized Richard gave me everything I ever needed. He gave me punishment when I asked for it. He gave me space when I—like a child having a temper tantrum—walked away from him. Through it all, he had been there for me in every way I needed. He loved me. And I loved him. Where do we go from here?I pulled up his number on my cell phone and dialed. The call went to voicemail, but I left a message. “Hey. Thanks for stopping by last night.” I didn’t know what to say. “I . . . uh, I wanted to see if you’ll go on a
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Natasha sat on the bed and leveled the rifle at me while I got a pair of jeans and a shirt out of my suitcase. He ripped them from my hand and threw them into the closet. “Where is the dress I sent to you? The one you wore at the fundraiser.”I snarled, “I threw it in the trash.” “A shame. Find something else. Something nice!”I held up a sleeveless black dress and he seemed satisfied. I dressed behind the closed bathroom door then put on a pair of black high heels.Natasha’s beady eyes followed me like a coyote seeking fresh prey. “Where is your diamond collar?”I’d left it here the last time I returned to Chicago. The black velvet box sat on top of the dresser still. Natasha saw where my gaze landed and prodded me with the rifle. “Wear it.” I clipped the necklace around my throat as Natasha came to my side to examine the jeweled collar. My shoulder. My hair. His touch sickened me. He clasped his hand around my throat and squeezed. “He marked you with this. He thinks he owns you.
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He said he’d be there for me when I returned. Since the weekend trip was short, I packed a small bag that included a bathing suit, change of clothes and one sheath dress for dinner the night before my dive. On the late-night two-hour flight from Chicago to Burlington, Vermont, I perused Google’s list of top sights near Lake Champlain. I’d never before been to South Burlington, where American history and museums abounded. My finger hovered over the link to the Church Street Marketplace—an outdoor shopping mall that stretched four blocks. It brought to mind the horrific day Roman was kidnapped. I shut my laptop and lay my head back on the headrest. I envied the woman sleeping across the aisle from me. Her deep breathing sounded peaceful. That kind of contentment felt out of my reach.At seven-thirty last night, Greg had driven me to The Office Bar, where I met with Charlie Reid for a much needed pep-talk. She walked me through a plan to help Bohdi Michaels avoid the twenty-year priso
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I spent a week in Chicago, visiting Roman and diving into work. I avoided Richard because I needed time to think things through. Richard said he loved me. He’d done everything in his power to help find Roman. Then he donated the one million dollars to the battered women’s shelter.I needed to go to him. I needed to see if he could give me what I wanted.I stepped into the dimly lit Lake Forest house with my agenda at the forefront of my mind. With the FBI team gone, an unusual sense of quiet had settled over the house. Security guards hung around quietly minding their own business, yet ever watchful.The scar on my leg ached. I dropped my things in the bedroom and went to the one place where my dark fantasy could be realized. Where the security guards would not be. The dungeon. In the basement, I pushed open the unlocked door to Richard’s playroom. As if he’d been expecting me, red nightlights on two walls cast long shadows of the X-rack and a coffin-sized cage. My eyes adjusted, an
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A heavy-set man in a black suit opened the tall glass doors of Red Lace Escort Service for us. I recognized him as the man who—weeks earlier—handed me the titanium business card with Bohdi’s number. He pulled back his jacket and showed us his pistol. I followed Richard into the brightly lit office, where two other thugs were waiting. One stood near the office door with his automatic rifle in hand. One had been reclining on the fuchsia loveseat and when we walked in he sat up at attention, pointing his Uzi our way. I had left my Browning with Greg. Curbelo had outfitted us both with bullet-proof vests. The heavy armor made my breathing shallow. I wore the micro-transmitter—a necklace that looked like a tear-drop pendant—because Curbelo was afraid Richard would be frisked.“Ms. Robert,” the heavy man said. “’Dis way.” He pointed to the hall that lead to Angelique’s office but didn’t follow us. I understood now that the organization wanted me to represent Bohdi because they didn’t think
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Fy scorched me inside. If Richard knew something about Roman’s disappearance, he’d have hell to pay. Once we arrived at Lake Forest, I flew around the house looking for him. He wasn’t in the kitchen, nor was Grant. The empty black leather desk chair in his office faced the window as if watching for someone to return.Two at a time, I leapt up the stairs and opened the Kendo room door—hushed quiet. I exited quickly. Down the hall to my left, Richard’s stark bedroom. I swung the door wide and let it crash into the wall behind it. Benjamin Kyle stared back at me.“Richard?” I called.No answer. Frustrated and angry, I backed out of the room and right into Jonathan’s arms.“Thena. I—”“What the hell, Richard?” I backed away from him and faced him head on. “This is your fault!” I was furious. I was frightened. I was losing control.“I’m so sorry.” Richard didn’t say a word in his defense. He looked me in the eye. “I’m calling FBI Agent Curbelo now. We need to inform her.” Richard already h
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I removed my suit jacket before climbing into the air-conditioned Mercedes. Disheartened, I sank into the leather seat and looked at my phone. I called Bohdi Michaels, and he picked up on the second ring.“Ms. Robert?”“I have a question for you.”Greg slid into the driver’s seat and started to put the car in gear. I held up my hand, asking him to wait till I finished. “Go ahead,” Michaels said.“I’ve just visited your psychiatrist—”“Oh, Jesus!”“—I need him as a character witness. So I asked him a few questions.” Bohdi’s reaction made me think he’d really opened up to his doctor. I suddenly worried what might be exposed if I put him on the stand.“Why him?”“Because Dr. Beaman is a respected professional who knows you well. Trust me, it’s a good call.”“Okay,” he softened. “I trust you.”“Slater would need a court order to have your records released. And I can see no reason your medical information would be necessary for this court hearing. But that doesn’t mean Slater won’t call f
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Sticky sweat glued our bodies together. Satiated and basking in the incandescence, we moved slowly, unwilling to let go. I wanted to lie in his arms until Natasha’s threat and all that surrounded it disappeared. I could love Richard.When finally the source of summer heat sank beneath the horizon, I opened a window and let in a cooling breeze. Our stomachs growled. Richard and I sat up from my bed. His hand on my back. My fingers on his cheek. His lips on my shoulder. I donned panties and a t-shirt—still too hot to wear anything else. Richard slid into his slacks and hung his shirt to smooth the wrinkles. He took a call in the bathroom. When he exited wearing only his slacks, Richard said he checked in with Greg and Erik. The second shift bodyguards had arrived so they could get dinner. They would stand watch in the building lobby and the underground garage.“Let me cook for you,” he said.“I didn’t know you had the talent.”“There is much you still don’t know about me.”Truer words
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The presence of the security team at Richard’s mansion reminded me of Travis King, the bodyguard who had attacked me, and how even they might be swayed to turn against us by the promise of power . . . or a deeper purse than Richard’s. They made me leery.For the rest of the day I worked in solitude on my laptop from the bedroom. Richard—busy with work and his own investigation—checked on me several times. Richard had a private team of analysts looking for ways to avoid giving Natasha the money. We discussed the limited options which included shipping me off to someplace remote and having the FBI make an arrest during the handoff. He seemed preoccupied but never too distracted to forget to kiss me or rub my shoulders. Every moment brought us closer together.I began to long for more time with him. His woodsy fragrance. His caress. It had been too long since we’d been intimate. With Bohdi Michaels’ trial weeks away, I looked deeper into terrorist groups and specifically the Russian maf
