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Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Decision
Michelle's eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened, and she stared at me like that for a moment until her mouth stretched and curved into a grin. "Does the CEO know?"I shook my head, a little surprised that she simply acknowledged that I was working undercover. "No one knows... and it is crucial that it stays this way." I studied her as my heart thundered.She finally nodded. "I won't tell anyone," she promised, raising two fingers. "I swear, I will keep your secret safe."I exhaled, relaxing my stiff shoulders and back. I took a huge risk telling her, but, at least, I no longer had to lie to one person I worked with."So, what's the plan?" She smirked, leaning forward on the table. "Have you gathered any evidence?"I took a deep breath. I had already told her the most sensitive part. There was no sense in hiding the rest of the facts. "My friend is an FBI agent. Julienne contacted him before she died. She said that Hart Global is involved in illegal activity. She was going to get the proof
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Negotiations
I stepped back and stood before him, wearing nothing but lace panties and heels. All my embarrassment was drowned in the intoxicating sense of need. My fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket as I tried to break through the thick cloud of my arousal and comprehend what he said. "Live with you?" My voice came out thick and hoarse.He turned silent. The intense blue of his eyes pierced through me, sending a wicked wave of anticipation. He took my hands away from his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders. Then he lowered himself, kneeling before me. His arms wrapped around my hips the exact moment his mouth found my hardened nipple. I couldn't stop the whimper that built in my throat, and his low growl told me just how much he loved the sound I made. He flickered his tongue over my sensitive skin while his hand slid to my other breast. His touch quickly formed waves of shivers that came and crashed against my aching sex.His mouth moved to the other breast while his hands moved
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Home
Aiden's bed was huge and sinfully comfortable. I was glad it was Saturday. Otherwise, I wasn't sure if I would have been able to crawl out on time to get to work. I had yet to see the entire apartment, but the fluttering butterflies in my stomach had already given their judgment—they had given this place a ten out of ten. This bed, the space, the view, and Aiden next to me—it all felt surreal. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up anytime soon.My forehead and one cheek were pressed against Aiden's chest. His arms were wrapped around me, and one of his legs was between mine, dangerously close to my poor lady bits. My breasts stroked his abdomen with every breath I took. Luckily, my exhausted body could easily ignore that fact throughout the night… The problem appeared now, as my system regenerated and announced its readiness to play. The awareness kicked off as I slightly shifted and felt Aiden's delicious rigidness rubbing against my belly. My nipples hardened in an instant,
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Inner Conflict
I shouldn't be even remotely surprised to hear Aiden's words, and yet I stared at him, wondering if my mind processed the correct data. The news about Dominique didn't bother me. I wasn't fond of him anyway, yet the clear statement that there's a decent amount of illegal business going on among the richest was slightly bewildering. Of course, I wasn't that naïve to consider all people with billions on their accounts decent, but there's a difference between suspecting and hearing that it was the truth. As soon as my brain analyzed Aiden's words, an obvious question appeared.I moved my throat, swallowing the thick knot. "What about Hart Global?" I asked, my voice barely audible. "What about… your father?"Aiden sucked in a deep breath. "Can I trust you?""Of course," I said and the guilt hit me in the gut. He shouldn't trust me, not if he was going to tell me something he wouldn't have told the legal authorities. I hated myself for it. I should have stopped him. I should have told him
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Anxiety
I finished the bottle of wine, but the alcohol had zero effect on my system. I was obnoxiously sober—sober and dreadfully nervous. Why did I need to prove my alibi?! I felt that the man who raped me was tormenting me even after his death!When Emily returned to our apartment, I debated whether or not the second bottle of wine would help me regain composure. Once I briefly told her about the call from my father, she made the decision for me, and I had my wine glass full before I fully acknowledged what she was doing. After a moment, we were both sitting on my bed with our backs against the wall and glasses of wine in hand."That Captain Lockwood must be a total nutjob if he suspects you," she grunted in between sipping her wine.I sighed. "I didn't think he liked me even before I accused his son of being a rapist. And I don't think he truly believes that I murdered his son. Perhaps he's only trying—" I cut myself off and cursed. Then I gave Emily a wry smile. "I don't even know what he
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Help
"I'm going with you." Aiden folded his arms, repeating the same statement for the fifth time."No, you are not," I argued, frowning at him.It had been a little more than an hour since we moved to the kitchen to have our so-called talk. I put on one of my favorite sweatshirts that was old and so loose around the neckline that it constantly fell off one shoulder. Aiden found it sexy and gave me a mischievous smile each time the damn shirt decided to help my shoulders play peek-a-boo. His smile didn't help. His presence didn't help. We were discussing a serious matter, and I shouldn't be distracted by how mouthwatering he looked wearing that half-unbuttoned shirt while drinking coffee in my kitchen."This is serious, Aiden," I told him, even though I didn't sound serious at all. I was almost certain I was giving him the fuck-me look because I all but couldn't think of anything else.He leaned forward, sliding his hands through the kitchen table until they grasped mine. "I know how serio
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart Questioning
As expected, I got a call from the Philadelphia police on Monday morning. I remembered the one who called me; he used to work with my brother. It seemed like he got promoted and was now a detective. I didn't know Malik Riaz too well, but he seemed to be one of the good guys. If he was a part of this investigation, perhaps my questioning wasn't going to be that bad…Chandler insisted on taking his car. I didn't argue, especially since I wasn't sure if my old buddy would carry us safely to Philly and back without stopping somewhere in the middle of the road. I packed myself into my lawyer's black BMW, and we set off on the road to Philadelphia."Don't worry too much," Chandler said as we were about to stop at the police station. "Mr. Hart prepared everything we need to make your alibi solid. You are going to be questioned as a witness. You'll be able to walk out of there whenever you feel like it."I nodded and stretched my lips into a faint smile. I understood my situation, and I trust
Don't Fall For Mr. Hart The Gut Felling
Chandler was wrong. I think that Detective Rias took the news about the guy with the scar quite seriously. And yes, I think that my testimony made him scratch me off the list of suspects—his list of suspects. Unfortunately, I was almost positive that, in the eyes of Bernard Lockwood, I was still a highly probable murderer. Chandler wasn't fond of the idea of spending another hour at the precinct, but I was determined to tell Malik Rias everything I knew about the guy with the scar. This time, the detective led us to his office. I could see a few frowns and curious gazes reaching us before Malik closed the door. I knew that many of those policemen recognized me, and most weren't happy to see me. I knew why. Damien was their friend, and I was the girl who accused him before and was also a suspect in his murder case. I sucked in a deep breath and turned my gaze away. I did nothing wrong—Damien did. I only hoped that one day the truth would reach all those fucked-up brains of theirs. "I
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