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Crow’s feet crinkled the corners of his eyes. With a smile, Richard crossed the room to close the door. The sound of a deadbolt sliding affirmed my fate. Here, I was at my master’s mercy.“Kneel on the bed, Thena.”My heart rate quickened. This is what I came here for. I set my wineglass on the nearest dresser. The mattress was higher than most. I climbed up on it like a child might, one knee then the other, ungracefully plopping onto my rear. I scooted, situating myself in the center of the crimson bedspread. In yoga, it’s called Virasana or Hero Pose. Except that here with Richard, I spread my knees wide. Richard wandered around the room resting his hand on a whip, or a set of handcuffs. “Tell me about your darkest fantasy.”Like a kid in a candy store my eyes grew wide, and I smiled. Suddenly the possibilities were endless. He asked, “Ropes? Chains? How about something new?” Laughter exploded from my mouth. “Everything is new with you, Richard.”His gaze flew to a tall red candl
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Decide
Richard traveled to Tokyo the next day, but the sublime strike of his reed remained in my memory. Despite his absence, I longed for my fix. The seed of desire—for punishment, for pain—was blooming, and its thorny tendrils held me by the ankles. While sitting at my desk, the simple pressure of the chair cushion caused my sex to weep for more. With Richard traveling for work, there was no reason for me to stay in Lake Forest and my new client demanded my attention. So I went home to my apartment in Chicago where fewer distractions allowed me to focus on work for the rest of the week. Later that day I was sitting at my desk when I received notice of an incoming, encrypted video call. I answered, but without turning my video camera on.The man in the screen had shaggy brown hair with silver streaks at his temples. He was shaved to a polish and his intensely blackish-brown irises were rimmed with heavy gray circles. “Who’s calling?” I asked.“Bohdi Michaels. Turn on your camera, Ms. Robe
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Check
Roman arrived Saturday in her cerulean blue Toyota hybrid, parking in the brick, circular driveway. She crawled out of the car as I ran outside to greet her. Her head tilted upward; her gaze drawn to the eight triangular gables on the roofline of Richard’s house. “Wow.” “Hello to you, too,” I said. Paying no attention to her gaping mouth, I hugged her until at last, she dropped the act and embraced me.“Missed you, girl! And I have so much to tell you,” she said.I gave her a short tour of the mansion and Grant showed Roman to her room down a long hall on the second floor, a wing of the house I hadn’t been in before. When I’d first arrived in Lake Forest, Richard had given me the lower level bedroom to stay in. A suite fit for a king—or queen. He didn’t often sleep in the bed with me, especially if he had work to catch up on. I asked Grant, “Does Richard sleep up here, too?” “Since you arrived, Mr. Mackenzie sleeps in the guest room at the other end of the hall. He typically works
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Pass
A long with Natasha’s mugshot, Bohman Underwood sent a short article translated from Croatian. The author suspected there was more behind the Dubrovnik General Hospital’s firing Natasha than was on paper. Natasha was suspected of stealing drugs from their supply rooms. A photo of him with known organized crime boss, Artur Protsenko, was featured in the header. Bohman Underwood’s brief text asked: How does Richard know this gem? Is he working with PPS?I replied: Not with PPS. Keep digging. He’s visiting the States for unknown reasons. I want an excuse to get him arrested or sent back home.Bohman replied later: Sure thing, Ms. Robert.Bohman had learned the hard way to never divulge his research over the phone. I let him know I wasn’t available for a few more days. His simple reply felt like an ice cube down my shirt. Be careful.We didn’t see Richard until that evening, and he greeted Roman with a friendly embrace. “I’m so happy to meet you, Roman.”Roman said, “It’s nice to fin
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Life
Jonathon was a sensuous, attuned lover, mindful and meticulously attending to my needs. At times, I resisted his touch, climbing on top of him and taking him in my mouth. Giving pleasure to him satisfied a deep need to return his kindness. I submitted to the exquisite feeling of his weight on top of me and the pressure of his mouth against mine. He put my pleasure first. He quenched my thirst before mounting me. His driving thrusts both tender and cruel.After our lovemaking, Richard didn’t sleep with me, or like me, he didn’t sleep, but in the morning, he quietly entered the bedroom. He padded across the floor to my bed and eased himself down as if trying not to disturb me. While lying in bed, I looked long and hard at our relationship dynamics. Though we were bound previously by the elements of engagement—our legal contract—and now the dominant/submissive contract, Richard had kept me at a distance. The knowledge that we met a year ago—that he’d kept that history from me—built a w
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Fault
Something was strange as we entered my condo. Confident that I’d turned all the lights off, it surprised me to see the blue seed-glass pendants over the kitchen counter turned on. Motion caught my attention out of the left corner of my eye and every nerve in my body sprang to attention. My free hand moved instinctively to the sidearm.Greg saw my hesitation and pulled me back, his weapon already drawn. He recognized the intruder first. “Jon. We weren’t expecting you,” he said.Richard stood near the couch with a bouquet of white roses in his hand. After what happened at the office my heart raced as I lowered my briefcase to the floor. “You scared us.”Richard stepped nearer offering the roses to me. “I didn’t mean to, Thena. I heard what happened today and needed to see you. To make sure you’re alright.”Despite being startled at his unannounced visit, I was grateful he’d come. “I’m fine.”“Did he hurt you? Did Natasha—”“No. He was letting us know that—even at my office—he could get
The Billionare's Pretend Wife Low
Dorman Sr. held a somber meeting attended by everyone in our firm. Afterward, tears dried on my cheeks. I held a damp tissue in my hand and dabbed my nose with it. We all loved Bohman, but knew he was secretive about his investigative work. I hated to think that he was killed working on my case, but that was the torturous truth. A neighbor found Bohman in his loft apartment, sitting in a wooden chair, his ankles and his wrists bound with duct tape. They had cut out his eyes and then shot him execution-style in the center of his forehead. The murderer left a clear message. He had seen something that was meant for no one to see.Bohman was probing Natasha Ivanka’s past and the Russian mafia in Chicago. I wanted to dive.Richard met me at Dorman, Wallace, & Edwards and gave me an affectionate embrace. Unspoken words hung in the air like a steamy breath in winter. Together we entered the conference room. With a stone cold expression and hands linked together at his belt, Erik waited in
The Billionare's Pretend Wife The slave
Greg and Liam did a thorough sweep of the entire condo, closets, and bathroom before allowing me inside. Wanting privacy, I closed the door to my bedroom and fell onto my queen-sized bed where I struggled to see the point of Jonathan’s story. How could this ex-girlfriend have so much sway over him? She’s the dungeon master and the slave.What did that mean? How was she connected to Natasha? And now that Bohman Underwood had been murdered, what other dangers awaited? If I succumbed to the fear, like sinking under water with my breath held, I might never come up for air. I gazed at the enlarged photo on my wall. The Mana Island cliffs in Croatia soared above blue-Robert water, inviting me to take a plunge because Bohman’s murder weighed on me. Exhausted, I stripped off my work clothes and fell asleep naked with cool sheets tempering my body heat.The next morning, I sat up and threw pillows out of my way. I needed to research what Bohman had uncovered before his murder. And learn how
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