To Hate, To Love, And To Wed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

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.

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

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

I’ve never, in my entire life, had such amazing sex. I have never come so hard my brain almost gives out on me. And it’s this woman whose head is buried into my shoulder and arms around me that is responsible for this bone-jarring orgasm. We’ve had our time to catch our breath, but I don’t have it in me to let go of her. Not yet. “I need to pee, Michael,” Adaline whines for the millionth time. I chuckle. “Okay. Let’s go.”“Us?” She brings her head up to look at me, “as in you and I?”“Yes, baby, you and I.” I answer, already standing with her before she can protest. Although she doesn’t protest, but I hear her mutter, “there’s no refusing Michael Black.”Now, that’s a smart woman. In the bathroom, I set her down under the shower spray and turn it on, watching as the water cascades down her body, trailing between her legs and washing away cum cum dripping out of her. “Eyes up,” Adaline murmurs, smacking my chest. I smirk, pulling her into me and kissing her forehead. “Are you o

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