Did I fuck it up?I think I moved too fast?I shouldn’t have asked for a kiss too soon… Fuck me.My hands are shaky as I punch the code into the electric key, scanning my thumbprint. The lock clicks and I open the door with a shaky breath. I’m greeted by quietness. It still smells like wood and stone in here, proof that this place is untouched. I’ve barely been here since the construction workers finished with it, because the intention wasn’t to use it now. This was meant for later. For our peace.I guess now is later. My fingers hover on the doorknob a second longer, then I turn and head back to the car.Adaline is sitting still in the front seat, her hand running gently through the kitten’s fur. She doesn’t look up when I approach, but she knows I’m there. She always knows. I open her door quietly, like I’m afraid even the sound will startle her.Or maybe I’m afraid she’d yell at me for trying to kiss her. I don’t know… all of this feels so confusing, too difficult for even a ma
“She is so clingy,” I say, stroking the dog’s back as I stare at Michael who just finished answering a call and is advancing towards the bed I’m lying on with Joy. “Like there’s no sense of boundaries.” The mattress is still on the floor and placed close to the glass window where there’s a make-believe waterwall falling off rocks. Michael chuckles softly, standing over me. “She loves you, and she’s been trained never to leave your side.” I purse my lips. “How is it possible to train the dog for me without me being present?”“Because dogs are smart. And Joy is extremely smart,” he says with pride, kicking off their shoes. “Can I join you?”“Of course,” I tell him with a smile, patting the empty side of the bed, “bad I’m not sharing the blanket.”I glance at him, but he’s got that lazy grin on his face as he lowers himself to the bed with a sigh. “Come over here, I want to hold you.”My brows shoot up, my heart fluttering as I ask, “Why?”“Because I want to hold you… keep you warm, f
“Caleb?”“Yes, ma’am?”“I’m in a relationship with Michael now.”“I’m happy for you ma’am.”My heart is swelling with the kind of happiness and pride I didn’t think could ever be possible. Firstly, because I’m in a relationship with Adaline Black, my wife, my woman. This feels wrong on all levels—watching her beam with joy about being in a relationship with me out of choice when I know she has been my wife for months. And all it’ll take to make her see it, is to show her marriage certificates with her signatures on them. Secondly, my Adaline isn’t shy to tell everyone who wishes to hear about our ‘new relationship.’First, she called Kate. Then when Caleb arrived to drive us back to the city on my order, that’s the first thing she’s telling him. And she’s so jumpy.This is a happy Adaline.I love the happy Adaline. “Baby?” she calls out, looking up at me. Me?Baby?Oh… God help me. My head falls back and my throat vibrates with a groan before I can stop myself.Caleb snorts and I
The meeting room is buzzing with partners and non-partners, most of them who were directly affected by Emilio’s recklessness are wagging their tongues, spitting fire and brimstone. The ones who were not directly affected are also wagging their tongues, sweating out of their asses because they think a war is coming.To simply put: All of them, men and women, are here to reprimand me and then demand that I don’t retaliate. But who the fuck do they think they are? Who gave them the right to walk in here and demand that I stand down when that bloody fucker took out so many of my men… men I’ve grown to love, men I’ve treated like my own brothers and friends. This isn’t about money or whatever was lost in the shipment—in fact nothing of so much value was lost, given that I’m not as dumb as Emilio thinks I am—this is personal. This is blood. “Nothing was lost in the shipment,” I finally speak. My voice is monotonous, my eyes flickering through all twenty of them sitting around my table.
“Who’s that?” I hear her snappy voice and suck in a breath. The ever-so-bold Caleb stutters, stumbling over his words until my wife’s voice cuts him off. “It’s Michael, isn’t it?”God help me.There’s silence. And heavy breathing. And shuffling. Then a mutter of, “fucking asshole.”My chest quakes with a shaky breath. “Hi, baby, how are you?”“Michael…” her exhale is harsh, “do you know how many times I’ve tried to call you?”“I was in a meeting.” I tell her. “And then you finished with your meeting then decided Caleb would be the first one to call?” She bites out. My throat tightens around a groan. “Caleb works for me, Ada, and since he was there with you, I just—”“Thought you could check on me through him?” She releases an incredulous laugh. “Do you realize how stupid that sounds?” I certainly do. I swallow down a thick gulp. “How are you?”“Are you running again, Michael? Is this another three months of no contact? I need to know so I don’t get heartbroken all over again.”“An
My father’s and Michael’s texts came in minutes apart. Michael: I’m sorry, Ada, but something came up and I’ll be needed somewhere else. I’ll be back in a few days, but until then, take care of yourself for me?Dad: I have a client I’d like you to work with, my secretary will be sending the details over to you in a few minutes. Give it your all, and get the pitch ready, you’ll be having a meeting with her in a few days. When I first received Michael’s text, I wanted to be mad at him for blowing hot and cold, for not being man enough to tell me he was travelling for business while we were on Facetime. But then Dad’s text came in and it occurred to me that once again, my father is interfering in my relationship. I realized it was him who'd walked in while I was on a call with Michael. And the moment that realization dawned, all my anger channeled to my father. But that anger isn’t stopping me from working on the project his secretary just sent into my mail. I know he’s giving me a s
“To be sure I understand what you’re telling me, Adaline, are these omissions done on purpose?” Jane asks.I’m staring at her, my heart thrumming against my ribcage, making my breathing come in shallow bursts. My eyes slowly move to the man whimpering on the floor. He shakes his head subtly, silently begging me to be his savior, to spare his life. I exhale a shaky breath. “Jane—”She cut me off. “I asked a question, Adaline.”My throat moves with a swallow. “What are you going to do to him?”“What does it matter?” She bites out. I know what she means. It’s either the man or she cuts ties with my father, and that’d mean loosing a big business partner. Dad really did this on purpose… he just put me on the spot without letting me know what’s at stake. I breathe in deeply, and blow out a hot breath. “These are not mistakes,” I point the parts of the spreadsheet I marked out. “Whoever handled the funds must’ve stolen from you.”With a sigh, Jane leans back into her seat, her lips stretc
My head is leaned back into the seat as I flex my fingers, wincing low in my throat. I’m watching Adaline’s lips move against each other as she yells at me over and over and over for hitting her father. “You don’t have the right!” She has yelled over and over again, pointing out how disrespectful it was, how much it breaks her heart when I get into fights with her father because of her. While she’s making great points, my mind is actually someplace else. Like how to take care of Jane without Adaline looking at me like a villain. How to let Adaline know she’s more than just Jameson Daniels’ daughter without scaring her away. How to knock some sense into that fucking father of hers.The fucker told me to stay away from his daughter so he’d have the opportunity to put her in harm’s way without my interference. He knew of Jane’s instability when it came to dealing business—anything that has to do with money—yet he sent Adaline to her, knowing the girl knows nothing of this life. And w
My body feels like it’s burning up as I tremble with a small groan, feeling something firm and warm, and wet and teasing between my thighs. My brain is slowly waking up, yet it doesn’t feel like I’m awake. I feel like I’m lost in my dream—because waking up will definitely not feel this good.Will it?I try to move my limbs, but they feel heavy. When did the covers start weighing so heavy? My eyes flutter open slowly, a soft moan slipping out of my parted lips before I even realize it. My hips twitch instinctively, seeking the source of the pleasure.My hands are behind my head, firmly gripping the pillow. What… why am I gripping the pillows? Another moan comes from my throat. I try to shift again and that’s when I realize I’m unable to move. My legs… they’re wide apart and something firm is holding them in place. My tongue pokes out of my mouth and glides across my lips. I feel that wet and warm and firm something deliver another stroke of pleasure and I moan. Groaning, I lift the
“How was shopping?”“Jesus!” I scream, jerking back and slamming my hand against the wall switches. Bright lights flicker on, flooding the living room, and my breath comes out in a whoosh. “Michael… what are you doing sitting in the dark?”He's lounging on the couch, leaned back, legs thrown apart in a manspread like he owns the world—which, I guess, he sort of does. A small, lazy smile stretches across his lips as his gaze drinks me in. I realize I’m still in my heels and tight jeans, my top slightly askew from the bags I carried upstairs. I probably look flustered.“I was just thinking, Adaline,” he says, voice groggy.I exhale a shaky breath. “What about?”“You, work, a lot of things,” he answers.I raise a brow. “It’s a good thing I’m at the top of that list.”His lips stretch into a brighter, warmer smile as he taps his thigh twice. I blink at him.He taps it again, still smiling.Oh.I get the memo.Without another word, I cross the room, trying not to smile too much. My heart
The car begins to slow, and Kate sits up straighter, peering out the window just as the driver swerves the car into an underground parking lot.“Oh my God,” she breathes. “We’re here.”I follow her gaze and immediately feel my heartbeat speed up.The showroom.Not just any showroom. The showroom. I’m talking tall glass walls, velvet ropes, the names of the biggest fashion houses gleaming in gold on black marble: Chanel. Dior. Balmain. Yves Saint Laurent. There’s a Versace sculpture at the entrance.I’m telling you this place is a palace. A dream. “I can’t believe it,” I squeal and furrow my brows, “come to think of it, why did we never shop here? I mean… we’ve got the money—”“You’ve got the money,” Kate corrects. I shake my head, clicking my tongue. “My money is your money, baby.” She smiles breathily and mutters, “come on, let’s go.”I smoothen my hair, rub my lips together to make my lipgloss pop and reach for my purse. “Let’s spend some money.”Kate adjusts her sunglasses and
Michael’s way of making it up to me is instructing his driver to take me around the city, anywhere I want, but most especially to the most expensive showrooms in the city. He left his black card before leaving, said I could get anything I wanted. And let me tell you this, I am about to splurge so much of this man’s money. I’ve said it many times before, but let me say it again: I love luxury as much as I love to breathe. And that means, my love for luxury is unlimited. To top it off, Michael’s driver had driven me to my father’s estate where we picked Kate up to join me for my shopping today. She said Michael had contacted her to keep me company today while he’s busy with work, and she can also spend as much as she wants. Kate has a pair of oversized sunglasses perched on her head, her curls pulled up into a lazy bun, her lips dented with a smile. I don’t even think she’s smiling this much. “There’s a glow about you today, Katherine Barnes,” I say playfully. “I just can’t get e
The silence that follows is comfortable, peaceful. I listen to the soft exhales of his breath, my heart beating in perfect sync as his while my eyes slowly hood. I blink, attempting to keep myself awake a little longer, but it doesn’t work. “Are you sure Joy and Fluff will be good to be with Caleb, considering his busy schedules and all?” I ask, breaking the silence. “I’m sure he can handle it perfectly, baby,” Michael says assuringly. “After all, Joy has been around him since she was a puppy. They’ll have a good time together.”I smile. “I don’t doubt that for a second.” Another wave of silence envelops us. Michael’s whisper breaks the silence between us. “Adaline…”“Hm?” I mumble, my voice still groggy.“Are you falling asleep yet?” he asks softly, his fingers tracing a lazy line across my shoulder.“Barely,” I murmur, eyes still closed, feeling comfortable with the warmth of his body close to mine. Michael exhales heavily but doesn’t speak. I open one eye, turning my head slig
“I’m beginning to fall for you.”I’m beginning to fall for you… I don’t know why I said those words to him. I regretted them the moment they slipped through my lips. And it’s not because it’s a lie… I truly am starting to fall for Michael Black in ways I didn’t imagine would be possible. But why didn’t he say it back to me? He’s the one who’d always jump at any opportunity to tell me he loves me, and now that I tell him this, his response was absolute silence. Then he smiled, planted kisses all over my face, and scooped me into his arms, carrying me gently into the room and then straight into the bathroom. I know I said I would never believe those three words—I love you—but I really crave to hear it from Michael. And now that I crave it, he’s refusing to say it. I nestle into his chest, my eyes heavy, my limbs sore. Michael doesn’t fuck easy. I’ve only ever been with Austin, and even he does not have the stamina Michael has, nor the passionate aggressiveness. Michael knows ho
My palms mold to my woman’s hips, my thumbs sliding under the thin fabric of her nightdress. Slowly, deliberately, I inch it up her thighs until her bare ass is exposed to me. The silk rustles as I bunch it around her waist, the sound like a whisper against her skin.One hand holds her steady, the other moves between us. I unfasten my pants, freeing my cock, aching and pulsating, pressing against her backside.She grabs the edge of my desk for balance, and her breath shudders. Her eyes shut, like she’s bracing for this punishment I’ve promised her. I don’t know if she’s expecting anger or hunger from me—and truth is, it’s a dangerous mix of both.Adaline doesn’t listen… she’s a handful, and like I’ve said many times, the only woman who catches me off guard.But beyond that, what she is to me is a woman I’m craving like poison. Ever since I set eyes on her, my blood has been pulsing for her. Then she let me have a taste of that sweet little cunt that felt like it was… is specially made
It’s already late into the night by the time we arrive at Michael’s estate, and I am tired. And from his constant yawning, I can also tell Michael is tired.So instead of trying to unpack or indulge in other activities, we simply have our baths, slip into bed and cuddle ourselves to sleep. My sleep comes almost immediately, but it’s a half sleep—like when your body is asleep and your mind is somehow awake. I can feel him tossing and turning in bed, the soft groans he’d let out in between, but I don’t have the physical strength to open my eyes or ask what the problem is, I just lie there, hoping that maybe my presence will be enough to soothe him at some point. It doesn’t. After some time, I feel his weight disappear and the door creak. I still don’t open my eyes, believing he went into the bathroom. Maybe my mind does fall asleep in the long run. I don’t know how long I lie alone in bed until my body starts to crave his warmth. I shift into his side, patting the space where he sh
It feels like time has come to an abrupt stop, as though the world is ending but doing so in silence. Michael’s muscles doesn’t tighten like I expected, no, they’re actually very relaxed. But what happens is his skin shakes and it shakes with such violence his arms loosen around me and I don’t think he even realizes he’s not holding me anymore.“I’ll make us something to eat. I’m extremely hungry after that one hell of a sex,” he tells me, his weight disappearing completely. I sit there, silent and keeping my eyes away until he crosses my line of sight as he approaches the door.“That’s not fair,” I mutter.Michael stops in his tracks and snaps his head towards me. “What isn’t? Making you dinner after using your body for my pleasure?”My brows draw together, my face scrunching as I try to understand his angle. The sudden mention of sex, and the tone with which he mentions it…“You didn’t use me for pleasure, Michael. We both made love,” I say on a hush.He snorts. “Love? That certai