When Olivia Charleston was released from Bedford Women’s Correction, she was a billion dollars richer in cold cash and assets. She went home, only to receive a cold reception from the family she had sacrificed a lot for. She took the fall for her brother’s crimes, and now they want her out of their lives. Though hurt, she chose to embrace her new life in secret. Brandon Pembroke was by her side. He had plans for her, but as he got to know her---his phony concern and affection became a reality. Her complicated heart and family life revolved around money, love, and lies.
View MoreOlivia’s POV:Unfortunately, he tried again and this time I was prepared to control myself. Brandon tilted his head and cupped my jaw with his hand to pull me snugly and comfortably as he ducked lower. Not that I’m surprised or complaining. Pushing his fingers into the underside of my hair, clamping me to him possessively and taking immediate control. I have a severe weakness for this man dominating me the second kissing is involved. Weirdly, as in life, I hate it when he exerts his authority over me at any other time. Before I took over the hotel, he was the alpha male and I don’t want his submission.God. He makes me feel desirable and addicted when he overpowers me sexually.He kissed me softly at first and then opened his lips to tease mine with them and traces my tongue with his. Sensations are swirling, making me dizzy and giddy all at once. Waves of flutters rush from my head to my toes, and my body responds quickly.“The movie tonight is ‘The Godfather’” Brandon pulls away, a
Olivia’s POV:Brandon tilted his head as my lips meet his aggressively and cupped my jaw with his hand to pull me snugly and comfortably as he ducks lower. Not that I’m surprised or complaining. Pushing his fingers into the underside of my hair, clamping me to him possessively and taking immediate control.I have a severe weakness for this man dominating me the second kissing is involved. Weirdly, as in life, I hated it whenever he exerts his authority over me at any other time. He’s an alpha male, though, and in this, I don’t want his submission.Right now, I want him to devour me. He’s most impressive when he is in control. He makes me feel desirable and addicted when he overpowers me sexually. Damn.He kissed me softly at first and then opens his lips to tease mine with them and traced my tongue with his. Sensations are swirling, making me dizzy and giddy all at once. Waves of flutters rush from my head to my toes, and my body responded quickly.Brandon kissed me tenderly rather th
Alice couldn’t help but rely on the gut feeling that Brandon wasn’t being completely honest with her. He hasn’t texted her the whole day and didn’t drop since yesterday. It was something very un-Brandon-like. He adored her---no, he’s a very devoted partner and this was sacrilege on Alice’s part.She tried calling his phone but all calls went straight to voicemail. “Where are you, Brandon? You better have a good reason for doing this to me.” She muttered under her breath as she entered the luxurious hotel lobby.They were never out in the public but it wouldn’t hurt to check on his natural habitat if he’s there and just deliberately trying to avoid her. Poised and dressed to impress under the designer coat she had on, she made her way to the receptionist who smiled at her like she was the most important person in the planet.“Good evening, Miss. How may I be of service to you?” She politely queried.“I’m looking for Brandon Pembroke, by any chance, is he still here in his office? I’m o
Olivia’s POV:I like this place; it gives you that instant calm feeling of being somewhere safe and welcoming. A bit like being in his arms. I shook that thought from my head before my brain follows the ‘being in his arms’ part to something a little more X-rated and reminded myself, I’m supposed to be dissecting this man and figuring him out. “Hmm, ladies first.” Brandon urged me. “I already told you I like you.”“Okay…that depends on how much I’m allowed to know,” I asked with a slight brow raise and a half-smile. My seductress side is smoothly flowing now I am more at ease.“Whatever you want. I meant it when I said I would earn your trust. If that means being an open book and telling you whatever you want to know, then here we are.” He gestured around him, overseeing me.“You could have done that at the hotel. Why bring me here?”“This is my little corner away from reality, Liv. A sanctuary, I guess. I get to leave the corporate me at the door and just be me. A teen kid who’s stil
Olivia’s POV:The place doesn’t feel unused, but it’s chilly considering the season and warmth will complete its perfection. I’m also sure he must have had a cleaner recently as there is not a speck of dirt and the whole place smells fresh with a washcloth hanging on the tap over the sink. It looks damp and is hung neatly to dry out. Everything is gleaming from a very recent scrub, most likely in the last few hours. It’s cute that he got this place worthy of a visit. As always, his attention to detail is something we have in common.“This looks too small for both,” I added with a giggle, anticipation pushed me to flip up the lid on the cardboard box that’s barely big enough to fit a mug or maybe a corsage. I laughed out loud when I spied the chocolate cupcake covered in pastel-colored sugar flowers. A generous-sized cake for one from my favorite bakery. I would recognize one of their cakes anywhere. “Really, Brandon?”It’s touching and gave me a warm gooey feeling.“What? You like cak
Olivia's POV:“Brandon!” I freaked out, hating this feeling of trapped, muffled isolation and I only stopped when his voice came through my ear from the side loudly, almost like he is in here with me.“Liv. Hey. Can you hear me?”Immediately, I stop the manic panic and nodded mutely. Not sure how the hell he can be inside my helmet, but it has the calming effect. “How?”“Technology. You can talk, you know. These helmets have built-in wireless speakers and mics, so we can still hear each other over the bike.”He tapped the visor in my face as though motioning to inside the helmet, and I giggled nervously, so much tension whooshing away as I do so. The sudden lack of panting makes the visor clear up again, and I can see perfectly out of it. It just takes some getting used to.“Right … weird.” I don’t know if it is because I’ve never been on a bike before, or I find it odd that helmets have wireless comms now. “You sound so close.”“I’m close, and in a minute, you will have to hold on to
Olivia’s POV:I get a warm smile thrown back at me, and I’m once again hauled behind him, rather aggressively for a guy attempting charm and adoration. I try to wriggle my hand free, but he holds on tighter and flashes me that look of his that says, ‘keep trying, I’m not letting go’.I get pulled at a brisk pace to the front door, where I’m silenced with a chaste kiss thrown on my lips when he paused. My heart threatened to drill my ribs from the inside and keeping it cool was a chore. “You know kissing me isn’t the one thing we should do when we aren’t actually a thing.” I point out blandly.“Well, we kind of hugged last time, so I’m guessing it’s not really a step too far to do it.” I get that cheeky arrogant smirk, and I slapped him in the shoulder impulsively.“Hey! That’s rude and not very gentlemanly. In case you want to know, you’re not doing a great job of making me want to date you.” I huffed and get even more annoyed when that smirk turns into a wider grin, Brandon was amuse
Olivia’s POV:I throw my third sexy dress on the bed and slumped down in a deflated heap, annoyed with myself that I’m doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do. I’m actually prettying myself up for him and stressing over how to dress and what to wear like some sad little teenage idiot on a first date. I can’t believe myself sometimes. Brandon texted me and told me to be ready for six and dress casually. Ironic, really, as that was my original plan, to show a lack of effort, and now, here I am with a bed full of dresses, and he is the one telling me to dress down. Whatever that means. “Damn it, Olivia! Could you relax?!” I hissed at myself. “You’re overreacting and it’s not fine! Look at your room! You turned it upside down to find an outfit that says ‘dressed down’!”Frankly, I don’t know if he means casual, pretty for somewhere like an Italian restaurant, or jeans and sweater casual. I’m not asking him because he will think I’m keen for tonight and definitely not. This is my first s
Olivia’s POV:After that shocking encounter with Brandon, I distanced myself from his potency. I try my best not to be alone with him and I leave the hotel in a haste. Being an Aunt to Ethan is overwhelming and draining. But I’m not complaining. Before heading home, I pass by this small bar to pass the time and for drinks. It’s a small bar uptown that we visited last time with a client, and I can’t say I won’t be sad. This place works because of location and size and the chill ambiance. Mostly, members of the workforce who wanted to relax before heading home.The main bar is busy, crews running around wiping down surfaces, restocking and hoovering. It’s late, so they are almost done with the ritual clean up.“Hi, Olivia!” The bartender waved at me. “The usual?”“Yes, Millie.” I nodded and went for my usual spot.I watched one of the bar girls meticulously inspected shelves and wiping them down before giving her co-worker hell for missing some grubby spots, and my attention is piqued. I
Olivia’s POV:I was stunned. No, shocked to the core when an expensive looking man waited for me in the private visitor’s lounge in Bedford Women’s Correctional.“Hello, Olivia.” His teeth were pearly white I swear they could’ve blinded me.“Hi…I think you have the wrong Olivia…”He chuckled. “No, I have the right Olivia. You’re Olivia Charleston, right?”Damn, even his laughter sounded costly. Who is this man? I felt like a lump was blocking my throat so I nodded like a sea lion. With my orange outfit, I might pass as one. He motioned me to take the seat adjacent to his and sat down.“My name is Harvey Brown. I’m Meredith’s lawyer and executioner.” He extended his hand and I took it but very gingerly. “I heard you’re a free woman tomorrow.”“Meredith? She’s alive?” I realize that it was an inappropriate question and ignored everything he just said. “I am so sorry…it’s just that…the last time I saw her…she was being wheeled to an ambulance. They said it’s heart attack. I…I haven’t hea
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