MiaWe were both quiet on our way to the hospital. It was a comfortable type of silence, as though each of us were in our own thoughts and we didn’t mind it that way. It was a sort of companionable silence. Of course, I had no idea what James was thinking about or if he was thinking about anything at all. For me, however, my mind was always either on James or my brother.When we arrived at the hospital, James had to excuse himself because he had an urgent call coming in. I had no doubt it was something to do with his work.“It’s okay,” I said, staring at the phone in his hand, ringing insistently, demanding him to pick up immediately. “Take your time. I’ll go up to see Andy first.”He nodded, and I left him to take the call.Being a billionaire was hard, wasn’t it? Work at every hour of the day and every day of the week. Of course, there were perks such as shitloads of money coming in, power, and influence. Something like that, however, wasn’t for me. First off, I’d be too soft emotio
MiaIt was nearly noon by the time I woke up. James had left for work once he’d had his way with me very early this morning. I, on the other hand, was too exhausted from his deep, enthusiastic thrusting to get up for the day. After James had tenderly given me a departing kiss, I eagerly returned to sleep, falling into a deep slumber in an instant.Now fully awake, I felt cold and empty without the billionaire beside me. It was as if there were something missing in my life. Of course, there was also the fact that I had wanted to talk to him last night. If not before that overwhelming, wonderful sex session we’d had, then after. But then again, I had no time before he’d started his seduction, or after for that matter, as by then, I’d been exhausted. The passion between us had really exerted my strength, and I’d fallen asleep as soon as James cradled me in his arms and my eyes were closed.I sighed. If I wanted to get James to emotionally connect with me, I had to get to know him better
MiaSometime later, while Andy and I were chatting about Matt, or more like gossiping behind the man’s back, telling one another what we thought about him and bringing up his many bad points, my cell rang. I noted that it was Savanah.“I have to get this,” I said, picking up the phone.“Sure. Take your time,” he replied, relaxing back in his bed and picking up a magazine.I swiped to accept and and answered, “Hey, Savanah.”“Mia?” came her voice on the other end of the line. “Are you free? Can we catch up this afternoon?”I nodded as I said, “Yeah. I’m free. Where do you want to meet up?”“What about the café in the mall?”“That sounds good. I’ll see you in forty-five minutes then?”“Yes, please,” Savanah said.A moment later, we hung up. After putting the phone back into my satchel, I turned to Andy and announced, “I have a coffee date.”He raised a brow. “Not with Mr. Maxwell, I’m sure.”I smiled, curious. “How do you know?”“Because you wouldn’t speak like that to him,” he said. “Y
JamesThe moment James Maxwell closed the door of their hotel suite behind him, his eyes shifted over and came to rest on his mistress Mia Donovan. His gaze marveled at the slender form that never ceased to fascinate him. Tonight she wore a sexy cocktail dress made of silk and lace, which hugged her willowy body seductively, showing off her small waist and slender curves. With her hair fashioned up into a loose bun atop her head, she looked alluring, and James was more drawn to her than usual.Standing there near the door, his features broodingly dark and an arrogant smirk playing about his lips, he eyed the lacy material of the dress. His mind instantly went into a frenzy of wild imagination about how he’d rip that beautifully offensive thing from his mistress’ body. Fuck! He had been imagining that since he had laid eyes on her earlier this evening when he had come to pick her up for dinner.He had told her via text message to wear something nice, and indeed, this was fucking nice.
JamesJames kissed her forehead as Mia gazed at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright.“You’re so mean today, James,” she said softly.“Seeing you so responsive brings out the aggressiveness in me,” he said tenderly as he unzipped her dress in the back. He pulled the material down her shoulders to her waist, exposing her naked body to the cool night air.James’ eyes immediately flew to Mia’s fully aroused breasts. He licked his lips at the thought of torturing those rosy, pink buds, now beautifully flourished and hard like newly polished marbles, ready for play.His hand eagerly cupped one and began to manipulate the sensitive flesh, squeezing the breast hard in his hand, torturing it until it became almost unbearably painful for Mia.“James…” Mia groaned. “Please…it’s sore.”James flicked his eyes to his mistress. Noting she meant what she said, he eased his harsh treatment, though it didn’t dampen his desire.“I’ll make you feel better,” he said.Mia watched him, wondering wha
MiaMy mind was numb and my whole being weak, shuddering, and buzzing in the aftermath of being ravished as James pulled me up from the couch. I was breathless and dazed as I stared up at him, wondering what he was going to do to me. I didn’t have to wait long to find out as he led me toward the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the stunning view of Las Vegas below. He was going to take me there again, as he had only last night, with me squeezed against the window while he pounded into me.With his guidance, I found myself facing the window, my naked body for the whole world to see if they did manage to see us this high up in the building. The thought that I was so vulnerable and exposed, however, did not dampen my arousal. It was, in fact, the opposite. The very idea that I was so exposed with James turned me on, making my core burn for more.I felt James behind me, his masculine body tight against me, his heat embracing me with an intoxicating, seductive torridness that
MiaI felt betrayed and disappointed as I turned to look at him, my eyes full of tears and my cheeks flushed. I felt cold and empty.James kissed me gently as if to soothe the turmoil that abruptly spiked within me. It was as if he understood the craving of my body, desperate for him. I knew he was pleased I was this way. Vulnerable. Submissive. Piteous. Craving. Desiring him. I knew he was playing the dominating, controlling master once again, preferring to give me small doses of loving, of pleasure whenever it amused him.Sick. Bastard. That was James Maxwell all right, and I loved him so dearly. Why, oh why had I fallen in love with a man such as Mr. James Maxwell, a controlling and dominating billionaire elite who ruled Las Vegas’ dark underground business world?Standing there with my back to the window, I gazed up at him, my eyes expressing a mixture of confusion, pleading, disappointment, and accusation at the same time. He chuckled. My breathing was still heavy and laborious a
Four Days LaterJamesThe cell phone rang insistently as James waited patiently for his daughter to pick up. It was going on to the fourth ring now, and he wondered if Aria was busy with her lessons or if she might have forgotten her cell phone while she was out playing with the dogs.He glanced at his gold wristwatch and noted it was just after three thirty in the afternoon. It wasn’t their usual time to talk while he was away from home, but it couldn’t be helped. As of last week, he’d had no choice but to call her after her school hours instead of their usual time around eight. He’d been getting busier with work and other personal business since the incident with Andy and the Mexicans. Needless to say, there were a lot of deep, dark underground affairs he and Matt had to deal with in order to keep things under control. Of course, despite that taking up most of his days, he’d never forgotten his time with his daughter.Fuck, he really missed her, and he’d never been away from her thi