All Chapters of One Night With The Kingpin CEO: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

[Charlotte]I still have an hour until I need to meet McAllister. An hour to process my evening and prepare myself to be who I need to be to survive what comes next. Violetta and I spend some of that time discussing our plan. With McAllister meeting me at the tarmac with his private jet and sending along this invitation, it is obvious that he plans on taking me back to Portland with him. Rather than allow him to take me by surprise, I will arrive ready. But I can't look too ready, so I won't be able to bring much more than myself. "He'll want to at least appear like he has the upper hand," Violetta shrugs. "With men like him it is all about ego. Besides, bringing luggage will look suspicious."Since I won't have more than my purse, and anything I take with me might be confiscated at any time, Violetta put trackers in very creative places, some so intimate I hope he doesn't check for them. She also gives me two phones. One phone to use more obviously, and another sewn into the linin

[Charlotte] My hands are still shaking when I make it to what I assume is McAllister’s private jet, as it is the only plane on the tarmac. He must be very powerful and very rich to make himself such a high priority. My suspicion is confirmed when one of his plain-clad security detail comes down the stairs to greet me. “Mrs. Slate.” “It’s Ms. Monroe now,” I try to smile. “My divorce was final about an hour ago.” “Ms. Monroe,” he corrects himself without missing a beat. He doesn’t say another word as he holds out a hand to help me navigate the steep jet steps. As soon as my eyes adjust, I can make out McAllister in the back of the jet, surrounded by his associates. He waves me to him as he shuts his cell phone. Standing, he takes my hand in his. “May I be the first to congratulate you on your divorce,” he gives me a wide, genuine grin. “Andy is a snake. You deserve better, Ms Monroe.” “Than..Thank you,” I sputter, surprised. “Now if you could take a seat,” he motions to the ch

[Charlotte]It isn’t hard to pretend to have fun speaking with McAllister for the plane ride to Portland. He is intelligent, sophisticated, and very charming. Had I met him instead of Micah all those months ago when Andy broke my heart, I might be on the other side of this battle between McAllister and McKane.Too bad he is also the lying, scheming, backstabbing bastard who almost killed my fiance with some kind of well-placed poison. If it weren’t for that unfortunate detail we might even be friends. “It’s too late to take you back to headquarters,” McAllister announces. “And I’m sure you must be exhausted. I’ll have Gregorio here to arrange temporary lodgings for you during your stay here with us. “That’s very generous of you,” I smile sincerely. “But I won’t be staying long. I need to get back to my family and…”“Oh, yes, of course,” he nods. “Your daughters. Rose and Raine? Well, I’m sure they’ll be fine with their nanny for a day or two.” I bristle at his dismissal of my daught

[Charlotte]I don’t dare say his name. I know who it is. There is no mistaking the velvet timbre of his voice. He could say my name across a crowded room and I'd know it. I hold the receiver close to my face and wish I could be holding him instead. Micah McKaine. My lover, my fiance, my devil. He says he's on his way. I am both excited and terrified at the idea of seeing him again so soon. When I left him behind in San Francisco he was connected to machines clinging to life. I don't know what miracle he called in to be on an airplane headed my way, but I worry that he is making a terrible mistake. He's still so weak. Does he want to risk coming into the lion's den?“I miss you, Juni, but you really shouldn't call me here. I'm busy settling into my new job.” I hope he understands what I’m trying to do. I am sure the room is bugged. I'm pretty sure the phone itself is still safe since he hasn't had an opportunity to switch it out or be alone with it. That doesn't mean he hasn't got ot

[Charlotte]"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly?" I look over at McAllister. "Mr. McAllister, I'm supposed to be your liaison, not the CEO. I don't know anything about running a multi-billion dollar company." "Oh, I disagree, Ms. Monroe," he gives me one of his signature smiles. "Besides, who else can I trust? Andy is out of the picture and McKaine will be gone in just a few short weeks. But let's discuss this over brunch, shall we? I don't know about you, but I think better with a full stomach." "So you trust me now," I raise my eyebrow as the doors to the elevators open. "I trust you to act as I expect you to act," he smirks. "Nothing more, nothing less.""You know what," he smiles again. "Skip brunch. Why don't you and Riggs find you a new place and go shopping and tonight, I'll meet you for dinner and drinks."There is something about the way he says this that makes me uneasy, but I do not feel I can refuse his offer without drawing suspicion. "That sounds lovely,"