Novels by Swan

Chapter 4​Rihanna’s POV​The wind was trying to rip my face off, which felt entirely uncalled for given the circumstances. I look bloody and ugly enough, thank you very much...​I clutched Sean’s waist like he was the last remaining life raft on planet Earth. My shoulder was a screaming, throbbing mess of agony, and my vision was beginning to do this fun little thing where the edges blurred into a fuzzy gray watercolor.​The motorcycle roared beneath us, tearing through the midnight streets of the city like a demonic bat out of hell. It was terrifying. It was loud. And honestly, if I wasn't currently leaking blood onto Sean's ridiculously expensive dress shirt, I probably would have found it a little bit hot.​Focus, Rihanna. You have a new hole in your body. Prioritize you life for once!​Sean suddenly swerved, leaning the bike hard into a sharp right turn that took us toward the upper-class district, the place where all the billionaires hid their excessive wealth. He was heading t

Chapter 3Rihanna’s POVFuck...fuck...fuck...I'm dead...I'm dead...I'M SO FUCKING DEAD!!I pressed my back harder into the mirrored wall, trying to convince my lungs that breathing was still a legal activity. It was not going well. My chest felt tight, my hands were shaking, and my brain had officially left the building without filing a fucking resignation letter."I can’t believe this... I cant believe I'm going to die like this" I whispered to myself, fear consuming every part of my body. “Hey,” Sean said behind me.Just that. Hey? He did not even k ow the gravity of the situation we are in right now. Oh my god, gravity...I wander how may feet above the air we are right now? Would we crash to our death? Will dad use poison gas like he used for other of his enemies?"Rihanna...breathe... It's just an elevator malfunction" I heard Sean say from behind me again.I didn’t answer because if I opened my mouth, I was going to either scream, cry, or confess to crimes I hadn’t even comm

Chapter 2Rihanna's POV By 6:15 a.m my alarm rang, dragging me out of a dream where Sean had me bent over his desk with one hand fisted in my hair.I woke up flushed, ashamed, and annoyingly wet.This has to fucking stop.I showered quickly, dressed in my usual armor, a cream blouse, knee-length grey skirt, and cardigan, The cardigan was important.Nobody wanted to fuck a woman wearing a cardigan that looked like it belonged to somebody’s exhausted aunt.Perfect.Sean Davis barely looked at me when I dressed like this, which was exactly what I needed. The less attention I got from him, the easier it would be to steal information from his company without ending up dead in a ditch somewhere.Or worse, fired.Honestly, I wasn’t sure which one would hurt my ego more.Soon, I was at my desk, coffee already brewing for Mr Sean the way he liked it: black, no sugar, and scalding hot. The encrypted drive from last night had already been mailed to my father first thing in the morning.At exa

Chapter 1Rihanna’s POV"Oh for fucks sake!!" I exclaimed as the emergency alarm on my desk phone blared at 9:47 p.m. I was the only one left on the executive floor. Everyone else had gone home hours ago. Everyone except him. Damn.I grabbed my tablet and hurried toward Sean Davis’s office, heart hammering. This was exactly the kind of moment my father had prepared me for..."Get close when he’s vulnerable. Find the cracks....we have to bury his company completely"But as I pushed open the heavy glass door, I realized I was the one cracking.Sean stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows in his large pffice, suit jacket discarded, white shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his sleeves rolled up. The city lights painted harsh shadows across his broad shoulders. One hand gripped a glass of whiskey so tightly I thought it might shatter. Fuck... he was beautiful to look at.“Mr. Davis?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “You called for the files?”He didn’t turn around immediately. When