Chapters (51)
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Let The Games Begin
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
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“Double trouble, then. Fallon, I’d like to discuss some business with you when you have a chance. My people tell me that you’re being groomed into your leadership position. Our families have a longstanding...relationship. I’d like to keep it,” he looked me up and down like we were back in the bedroom again. “Strong.”
Taking a swig of my drink to clear my throat, I grumbled at him. “I have a meeting with one of my people coming up about current events. I’ll inquire about your request with him.”
“I look forward to it. Shall I have our schedules lined up?” The look on his face said he was enjoying this forced polite interaction. I wanted to punch it.
“Sounds great, Mr. Vaughn. I should probably find my way home now since I have an early morning.” I raised my glass at him and turned back to Kelly.
“Did you just–never mind. I have something I need to do before we can be on our way home. Meet me right outside the front door in twenty.”
Something she needed to do? With whom?
“I’ll be leaving this wonderful room and rejoining the party until then,” I said, inching my way to the door to get the hell out of the uber VIP area.
The outside party jolted me awake when I stepped out. Geez, that room was soundproof. I was relieved to be back out in the main area. Never thought I’d say that. We parted ways and I marched my hungry ass back to where the food was. My small purse was calling for me to squirrel some extras away to have for later.
Say what you wanted about rich people, they had good snacks sometimes.
“You’re a slippery one, aren’t you, baby girl?” He snatched my wrist with even more force this time. His eyes looked glazed over a bit from whatever drug he took and I genuinely feared for my safety.
Alexander. His swagger didn’t compare to Brent’s; he wasn’t as practiced with it. He was a ‘daddy will sue’ type if he didn’t get what he wanted and those guys never carried much charm.
I used my free hand to pop some fruit into my mouth and looked down at my trapped arm. “Right now? Not really.”
His smile grew pitch black. “I could change that, you know.” He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “You and me could be a power couple. Take the world by storm. My soon-to-be power and your company would give us something Chamberlain Industries could never have.”
Got it. Money and power is all these people liked to play with. I smiled at him as sickly sweet as I could manage. “Then you’d have to woo me properly. I’ve heard you’re quite the gentleman, but I’m not seeing it.”