All Chapters of The Night He Owned Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Selena tipped her head, darting her eyes back and forth. “I worked for everything I’ve ever gotten in my life. My work ethic was taught to me by my grandfather. He was a driving force because my father was always busy, my mother working as well.I spent more time with him than I did my parents.” The story about her grandfather explained her reaction.“So have I, Selena, believe it or not. You say I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and perhaps I was, but I was also taught the value of a dollar. My father required his two sons to work in manual labor prior to being accepted into his business.”“You expect me to believe that?” Her words were full of disdain, but not disrespect. It seemed to me that she was mulling over her past, wondEricag why she’d worked so hard in an industry that held no truths, only darkness and lies.“Construction. I worked a long, hot summer, which allowed me to understand and respect the power of mankind and money. I never take either for granted.”The way

Approaching once again, he rubbed his fingertips down both arms, creating such a heated wave of tingles that the icy feeling in my blood was shoved aside.We both remained quiet, not needing any words at this moment. My pussy was throbbing, and his cock was hard as a rock, the sensational feel of it pressing against my bottom entirely too incredible.He pressed his face into the crook of my neck, his lips nibbling my skin. His heated breath alone was enough to provide a moment of steam. I wanted to laugh at the notion, but I couldn’t make a sound.Every touch pulled me further into a beautiful wave of darkness, lust that refused to be satisfied. He slipped one arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as he’d done before, but there was a heightened meaning in what he was doing, his attempt at making me feel safe.I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever truly feel safe again. Another wave of sadness threatened to derail the sweet, sultry moment but I refused to allow it, shift

“Duly noted, Mikey. I’m not fond of being falsely accused of a crime I didn’t commit either but we all must learn to work with the cards that have been dealt.” As I climbed out of the rental SUV, I immediately buttoned my jacket. As with every other town it seemed within the United States, there were areas more heavily concentrated with nationalities. Russian. Italian. Chinese. Mexican. It all depended on who settled where.This was an Irish mecca nestled on a few streets in Louisville where the Irish pubs and bakeries outnumbered anything else. There was event quaint Irish music coming from one of the businesses already and it was barely after one in the afternoon. The scent of fresh baked soda breads immediately made my mouth water. But I wasn’t here to be entertained or for delicious food.I had one thing in mind, making an alliance with Liam Voltair. Given everything that I’d learned from the lovely creature who’d remained nestled against my side all night long, I needed to ensure

SelenaEspionage.That’s what I was planning on doing by stealing information from my office. Well, technically it shouldn’t be considered thievery. Who was I kidding? If my affair with the sexy man didn’t end my career, what I was in the middle of doing certainly would. I rubbed my hands down my arms, trying to control my breathing.And my perspiration.While I’d had little time to go through my suspicions, they’d been enough to realize that what was likely happening would soon become explosive. However, the conspiracy theory we’d developed wouldn’t be easily believed by anyone. That’s where what I intended on doing came in. The more evidence we found, the better off we’d be.Or we’d both be killed.It was crazy what I was thinking, the thought driving me to the point of being physically ill. But my gut told me I was right about Christine and her friends. Now if only I could find something that would begin derailing their plan. Maybe I was fooling myself I could do something of this

After tossing my phone on the desk, I headed for Christine’s dark office. I was determined to follow this through even as another series of tingles shot down the back of my legs. I moved toward her window, peEricag onto the still busy street below. We weren’t on a main road, but the one our office buildingfronted was used as a method of getting to and from several prominent neighborhoods. I saw nothing suspicious outside, no one standing on the sidewalk across the street.Easing into her chair, I realized I didn’t have a bird’s-eye view of the reception area like I did in my office. I felt even more of a need to hurry. I also didn’t want a member of the custodial staff to find me in here. At least the office was quiet, and I’d be able to hear the sound of the door opening and closing if someone came in. Of that I was confident. I took a deep breath, glancing at her desk. There were a few files on top that I weeded through hoping to get lucky.Of course not. She’d dropped her case load