"I know it's too hard to say no to my grandfather, but you’re a business woman, right?" Shawn explained.
Catherine nodded, afraid of where this discussion was headed.
"Then you won’t mind a small confidential proposition from me."
She caressed her arms to ward off goosebumps. "Make your point and get it over with, Mr. Richmond."
"Miss Brown, my point is, my grandfather likes you, and he wants to see you all the time," he said coolly. "I’m here to negot
She tried calling him, but he was out of reach. What trouble are you in now, Dave?A shot of sorrow impaled her. A temporary luxury of self-sympathy pulled her through. If she’d known she would have ended up broke anyway, she should’ve stopped cleaning her own room years ago and employed assistance. Dammit! This was way worse than she thought. Two years ago, her own life savings had been cleaned out by Jason, and now, her own brother? What the hell was happening in her life? A girl could dream big, but really? She would have used it for her decent future and now had nothing. She was broke and could not even pay her bill.Or better yet, she should’ve spent extravagantly on parties, clothing, make-up, and expensive shoes. She should’ve taken holidays to some warm, exotic places like Dubai, or whatever. She heard
It would only take two days to change Catherine's life forever. An unnoticed tremor began in her heart and rose in her mind. It happened so quickly that she had the courage to ask Hugh, her yoga instructor, to assist her with his problem with Shawn, and they pretended to be a couple madly in love with each other when Shawn came to visit her apartment last night. Yes, it was uneventful because his boss, er, husband, vanished after Hugh opened the door wearing only a towel. Yes, it was that hot... Those bulges were to die for. However, it was entirely Catherine's idea. After all, what could possibly go wrong? Hugh was gay. And guess what else? He never confided in anyone but her, and she couldn't blame him; she ended up pouring her heart out to him before he did to her; it was a win-win situation; Hugh would help her, and she would help him. To p
"Mr. Richmond, these are my problems and my family. You don't have any right to get yourself tangled up with my own concerns.""How naive can you get, Miss Brown?""Please stay away from my problems. I'm keeping things going. You have a company to worry about. This COVID-19 will take a toll in the hotel industry. We must get ready." came out in a sigh. The muscles between her shoulder blades pulled taut.His expression loosened up as he stared at her. "How are you really? You looked tense." Shawn thought he knew Miss Brown was anxious about her brother, a lucky bastard. Shawn never had someone like her to worry about him. Aside from his grandfather, his many cousins and relatives were nothing but leeches and parasites. In his 30 years of existence, he and his relatives had lived a privileged, wealthy life, but he lacked security and love. For them, he was nothing but an ATM. However, Shawn's upbringing has been one of constant power games and betrayals. He now runs his family’s fortune
"Catherine, what is your plan that sent you here in my kitchen? It's bloody three in the afternoon." Shawn whispered in her ears, his heavy tone deep and raspy, as if he was in a race. Race to where? She thought, to her bed? Yet he pinned her with his gaze. The tenderness of his lips was in sharp contrast to the fire in his eyes. "So? Have you changed your mind? I promise not to disturb you like this again. It was just a one-time thing. Let's get this out of our system,
Catherine was excited about the trip. Shawn had given her an hour to pack her luggage for the three-day holiday, and sure, it was not a tropical beach or island, but the change of scenery would do her good, and she was looking forward to escaping her obligations for two whole days. No morning calls, online meetings, or scheduling of her boss's too busy life. She would relinquish the holiday, because on Monday she knew the real work load was coming. For forty-eight stress-free hours, without anyone or anything getting in the way. When she was in college, she drove a beat-up old Toyota that Dave fixed up himself. Hell, her brother rebuilt the entire engine on that old thing—twice. Nowadays, she was not driving anymore; the subway, cabs, and buses were way, way better. Her amateur salary wasn’t even that much compared to what other blue-collar females were raking in, and yet it was still more
Catherine chuckled softly. "In your dream, Mr. Richmond, why don't you just watch the road and stop that nonsense? I am not going to buy it." Shawn smirked. "My sex appeal isn't for sale, Miss Brown. For your information." He really loves teasing her. Catherine's cheeks turned scarlet, and her cute little brow creased when she was uncomfortable. Both know how much he loves dirty talking. Did she even remember their out-of-this-world, mind-shattering sex two years ago? Though he was not shy about what he wanted and liked, she has gotten pretty good at voicing her annoyance. That’s why their boring boss-secretary relationship was so phenomenal. What made him hold onto their marriage anyway? Surely, their divorce settlement won't cost him that much. She even told him that she wanted nothing from him—not even a single dime. Maybe that's why he doesn't have the heart to stay away from her. She was one in a million. She doesn't even care about his money; she works hard to earn it. "Please
Shawn thought he had never accomplished something that meant as much to him as his company, yet looking at his Las Vegas wife and thinking about her working with him in the mansion starting on Monday would either be eventful or dreadful. He got to where he could make out the form of the mountain above them and smirked. He rushed up the hillside of the window, keeping a distant view of the road and his car shadows, as a smile formed on his lips as he realised that there were tendrils of smoke curling from the distant lodge. The moonless skies were a bit brighter, with so many stars appearing and storms slowly disappearing. He poked the sleeping form of Catherine. "Miss Brown?" he demanded loudly. She rolled over and yawned. "What? Is it morning already?" "Nope!" She groaned, "Then why the hell did you wake me up?" "I'm bored," he winked, and he smirked at her before saying that it was quite possibly the most beautiful shock he had ever seen. He awakened her to have some food. He fo
Ten minutes later, by this time, they were finished eating, and he stood and cleared the table, rinsing off the dishes in the sink. Catherine stood and hobbled to the bed. She sat and looked at him, watching muscles tremble under his sweater as he hurried. She averted her eyes. Since when did he know how to wash dishes? And he was doing it right. Wow, she was that impressed. "Does it seem a little warm in here to you?" she inquired as he turned and furrowed his eyebrow. "No, actually, I am all right. But you'll be too warm with those sweats on," he answered. "Especially since the floor is warm and the heat from your swelling will warm your feet, you'll be warm. If your feet or face are hot, the rest of you will feel it. If you want, you can wear something of mine. I've got extra shirts in my pack until you cool off." She contemplated it for a second. "Well—" "It's alright." Shawn got up, pulled open his suitcase next to the couch, and fished out a large white shirt. He handed it t