WilliamWilliam had done his fucking best behaving himself and not ruining the night for Savanah. Sitting there watching the woman he loved enjoying herself in the company of her new friend was certainly fulfilling, despite the fact that he had to endure James’ presence. Truth be told, it wasn’t that unpleasant, but William would have preferred it better if he were alone with Savanah. But of course, he didn’t have to wait long until the time came for their guests to leave, and he’d have her all to himself.He lifted his wineglass and took a sip, his eyes still glued on Savanah, who was sitting with Mia on the other side of the table, talking enthusiastically.James said darkly, “Quit staring so much.”William chuckled and returned his attention to his friend. “Can’t be helped,” he said, shrugging. “Who the fuck could resist staring when there are two cute girls in the house?”James said, “You’re not behaving yourself at all.”“I’m doing my best, James,” William said as if he were frus
JamesThe moment they got into their hotel suite, James wasn’t in the mood to wait any longer. He was already fucking hard from imagining all sorts of wild scenarios as to how he’d rip that modest, schoolgirl-like dress from Mia’s body. The innocent virgin appearance only tantalized him into making a mess out of her. Shit, James was sure he was a notorious devil yearning to fuck a girl who looked so angelic.He moved over and shut the door behind him with a determined click as he watched Mia walking into the living area. The young woman was just about to go into the bedroom when he caught her arm and drew her back to him, which pleasantly surprised her.He leaned forward and planted a hot kiss on her lips. Mia groaned in his arms as his tongue teased hers seductively, playing with her passionately, which made her groan in delight. Once he reluctantly terminated the kiss and drew back, he turned his attention to the white dress. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he grabbed the materi
MiaJames was already up and ready in his sleek, powerful suit by the time I’d opened my eyes the next morning. Gosh, I felt so exhausted after last night, and this I blamed on the man standing there watching me now, urging me to get up and get myself ready before it was time to leave for LA.Honest to God, if he hadn’t been so enthusiastic last night in making love to me, I wouldn’t have been this drained now.I reluctantly got out of bed and went in to shower. By the time I’d finished and had myself ready, wearing a cute, floral dress and my makeup done prettily, James had already finished his breakfast.I joined him on the couch, intending to comfortably enjoy my meal. The man, however, had other ideas. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me onto his lap. There, he imprisoned me in his strong arms and proceeded to plant kiss after kiss anywhere he could.I loved the fact that he showed so much affection toward me, but at the same time, I was a little annoyed today. It was because
MiaWhen I woke, it was to the sound of a child giggling delightfully and a light, warm breeze caressing my face. It was as if the little girl was teasing me, deliberately blowing air on my skin to annoy me with the intention of raising me from my slumber. I immediately knew who the culprit was. After all, this playful scenario had happened quite frequently since I’d arrived here in Los Angeles a few weeks ago, to live with the billionaire James Maxwell in his million-dollar mansion.My eyes fluttered open, an amused smile playing across my lips.“Morning, Aria,” I said softly.The little girl giggled some more, pleased I was finally awake as she had wanted.She enthusiastically replied, “Good morning, Mia. I’m so excited today. Oh, I can’t wait! I can’t wait!” She wiggled her little body in my bed. “Aren’t you excited too?” she asked. She had refused to leave since the first night I’d unintentionally become a part of this household—a part of this rich and influential family.That day
MiaI gritted my teeth and frowned darkly as I turned away in disgust. Surely the sight of the perfect woman reminded me just how lowly and unwelcome I was in this household where Sophie was concerned. Ever since the first day I’d met her, she had given me the cold shoulder, and now that I had returned—and furthermore, was living with James as his mistress—I was treated by her as a thing of abhorrence.I understood being a mistress to a billionaire was regarded as low taste, a profession similar to a prostitute, a vocation the majority found absolutely disgusting. I knew not only Sophie, but Ms. Lane, the cook, the two maids, as well as the gardeners and security guards who worked in this mansion were thinking along the same lines—that I was a leech, using my body to lure James into my clutches so I could suck his money from him for the sake of my new extravagant, luxurious lifestyle. Not that I had ever thought of doing such a selfish thing to James, or that this lifestyle I was lead
JamesJames watched his daughter with amusement as she happily skipped along the corridor, humming to herself. He glanced over his shoulder toward Mia’s bedroom and glimpsed his mistress getting out of bed.The sight of her slender body in sleeping shorts and a tank top burned in his mind, reminding him just how much he missed embracing her, kissing her, and making love to her.Fuck! But that kiss just now was fucking sweet. He thought he’d lose his mind if they were to continue. If Aria hadn’t turned up and interrupted them, he was sure he’d probably have thrown Mia on her back and fucked her then and there. It would have been one of the few good things that happened to him during these past few days.First there was his work at the Maxwell Group, which was driving him more than a little insane at the moment, simply because he’d been away for a bit too long. But he could very easily handle that. Hard work was nothing to him since dealing with business was in his blood. The thing that
JamesOnce he was in Aria’s bedroom, James concentrated on helping his daughter choose her wardrobe for the day, not that he was any good at it. He didn’t quite understand little girls’ tastes, not like he understood women’s fashion. He personally appreciated a woman’s body, Mia’s especially. And buying garments to fit that beautiful figure was a pleasure. His mistress might not know it, but she suited most clothing he bought for her. Seeing her wearing what he’d chosen made his heart glow with delight. Not that he had any qualms about ripping the expensive material to pieces simply to get his hands on her naked body either. It was thrilling and so fucking satisfying as he worked his way through what was keeping him away from what he desired most—the smooth, sensuality of her skin.He had just finished going through the wardrobe with his daughter when Sophie appeared, having finished drawing a bath for Aria. James noticed her shy smile, which was directed at him, and her nervous movem
JamesAlone with his daughter, he started getting her dressed. All the while, Aria was watching him with her innocent, childlike interest. A moment later, the little girl couldn’t help herself and asked, “Daddy? What’s wrong?”James pinched her cheek fondly, wondering if he should ask her about Sophie. He wanted to know if she was mistreating Aria. Fuck. He desperately wanted to know whether she was abusing her. Though he couldn’t see any sign of abuse anywhere on his daughter’s little body, but then again, abuse didn’t have to be physical. Condescending tone and words alone were considered abuse enough toward children, especially if those words were meant to hurt them emotionally. And that was what James was worried about. Emotional and mental harm was much worse than the external, physical type.But fuck! How the hell did one phrase those sorts of worries? Especially directed at a six-year-old girl?“Raise your hands for me,” he said as he picked up the light-blue Cinderella dress.