"Mr. Griffin," Reese called as they walked inside Axel’s office. "What’s the important thing you want to discuss with me?""Why are you in a rush?" He pulled out the visitor’s chair across his desk. "Sit," he urged. She raised a brow. "Am I safe?""What do you mean by that?" he asked, as he walked around the desk and slouched on his swivel chair."You have been acting like a perfect gentleman." She inched closer to the chair and sat on it. "It feels too good to be true."He chuckled softly. "I am just trying to make up for my mistakes.""Mistakes?" She planted her elbows on the desk and held her chin in her palms, urging him to elaborate. "Look, Reese." He scratched his temple. "I know I have been a total jerk to you and—""Wow!" she exclaimed, cutting him off. He drew his brows together. "What?" She had never expected Axel to admit that he was wrong. What he said came as a surprise to her, which was why she exclaimed. But she was not going to ruin the apology he was about to rend
Reese was in the living room, her legs criss crossed on the couch, and her hands were pressing a throw pillow to her chest. Her eyes were glued to the television, but her mind was far away, reminiscing about what happened between her and Axel in his office. She enjoyed every bit of the pleasure he administered to her, and she wanted more. Just the thought of it was making her wet all over again, and she could feel her femininity twitching. Fuck! She wanted his hands inside her all the time, and she couldn’t wait to feel every inch of his manhood inside her. He was the only one who could make her body come alive with want, but it was just so unfortunate that it had to be him. Who even signs a contract to be in a sexual relationship? It could only be his arrogant ass, she thought. She knows she shouldn’t have allowed him to touch her after proposing such an insulting plan to her, but she couldn't help it; she couldn’t resist him. But boy, does she regret it? No! Would she allow h
Reese wasn’t wrong when she thought she heard Zayn’s voice before she drifted into deep sleep. She was awake now, and she could hear his baritone voice inside the living room, clear and loud. Her gaze darted to the window, and she realized that the sky outside was dark—indicating that it was night already. She thought she was just going to take a short nap, but it turned out that she had slept for hours. Wondering what Zayn was still doing in their house after hours, she dragged herself out of the bed and made her way to the living room as she yawned repeatedly. "The heiress is up." Zayn beamed as she ventured inside the living room. She opened her mouth to talk, but her words died on her lips when she yawned again. "Hey! Don’t swallow us." Zayn teased, chuckling softly. Rolling her eyes, she directed her gaze at Harry, who was sitting beside Lucy on the couch. "Good evening, Harry." She greeted, as she approached them.Zayn feigned a frown. "Aren’t you going to greet me?"Re
The music was loud, and Reese was seated by the bar counter, sipping from a glass of sparkling water as she watched Lucy dance on the dance floor with Harry. Zayn was seated next to Reese. When they got to the club, he proposed to pay for a private booth, but Lucy objected. She preferred dancing in the midst of strangers because she thought that was the fun of going to a club. "Why aren’t you dancing?" Zayn asked Reese. She darted her gaze at him. "Because I was brought here against my will." She took a sip of her sparkling water. "And besides, I am not a club person.""My neither." He said. "Then why were you in support of us coming here?" She asked, as she darted her gaze back to Lucy. "Well, I didn’t know that we were going to stay here." He glanced around. "I don’t like staying in the middle of a crowd while I am in a club. I prefer staying in a private booth."Reese nodded her head in response before changing the subject. "How’d you meet Harry?" She asked and flicked her gaz
Axel went to the club with his friends—Luke and Ethan—but he wasn’t feeling the club vibe anymore, so he decided to go home. On his way out, he subconsciously flicked his gaze to the side, and his eyes caught Reese, sitting with the guy who claimed to be her fiancé by the bar, and a strange feeling suddenly crawled up his chest—jealousy. Although she told him that he wasn’t her fiancé, but she didn’t tell him who he was. Whoever he was, he didn’t want to see her with him. She belonged to him and him alone. Before he could stop himself, he was already taking long strides towards them."What are you doing here?" He asked, rage burning beneath his eyes. "What are you doing to her?" She countered. "I came clubbing with my friends," he retorted."Well…” she opened her arms out in demonstration. "I came clubbing too."He darted his gaze at Zayn. "With him?"Nodding her head, she replied, "Do you have a problem with that?"He blew out a sharp breath. "Let’s go outside and talk." She ad
The moment they were outside the club, Reese stopped in her track and turned to look at Axel, who was walking behind her. "What did you want to tell me?" She asked. Axel’s gaze went round. "Let’s go to a more private place. There are a lot of people here."Reese raised her brow. "Where should we go to?""Follow me," He said, and he started walking. Reese hesitated. She didn’t know where he was taking her, and she couldn’t just blindly follow him. When he didn’t hear her footsteps trailing behind him, he halted and turned back to look at her. "Why are you still standing there?" He asked. Pressing her lips together, she asked. "Where are we going to?" "Come on, Reese." His brows furrowed. "Do you think I am going to hurt you."She rolled her eyes. "How would I know?""We are going to the parking lot." He told her, shaking his head lightly, as he turned back and continued walking, wondering why she would ever think that he could hurt her. He led her through the lines of cars parke
The drive to Axel's mansion was silent and filled with lust. When they arrived at the mansion, he didn’t have the patience to drive his car all the way to his garage and park it. His dick was throbbing profusely under the covers, and he needed to be inside her as soon as possible. Parking the car just in front of the front door, he jumped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side of the car, and yanked the door open. "Come out." He instructed, as he stared lustfully at Reese. Reese swallowed against her dry throat as she slipped out of the car, and Axel shut the door afterwards. Axel reached for her wrist and grabbed it, and he started pulling her towards the front door. Luckily, he met the James—the janitor—just when he entered the house and he tossed the car key at him. He didn’t need to tell James what he needed to do with the key. He knew already. James greeted him, but he only responded with a nod as he continued walking. His domestic workers were standing in di
The bed felt really comfortable, and it was the most comfortable sleep she’d had since she arrived in London. Lucy’s bed was so small, and there was hardly enough space to stretch because the bed was designed to accommodate only one person. Lucy had made a good investment by purchasing a better bed; now she wouldn’t have to wake up with body pains anymore, she thought, as she slowly opened her eyes. The room looked different—way different from Lucy’s room. It was big and elegantly furnished. This is not Lucy’s room! She thought, and memories of last night suddenly started flashing through her head. She was in Axel’s room, on his bed!Damn it! She mumbled, and she sprung up. She turned to look at him on the other end of the bed and realized that he was still deeply asleep. The ribbon of desire inside her messed up with her brain last night, and she couldn’t think straight, which is why she followed him home. Now that her eyes are clear, she was embarrassed at herself, and she need