It was a mistake to let Andy leave Mystic Spring for Los Angeles, and I’d known it the moment he told me he’d be going.
“Better job prospects there,” he’d said. “Friends of mine promised to find me a good one.”
A good one to Andy meant a job that would offer very good pay and didn’t require any university qualifications since he didn’t have any. I wasn’t one to argue, though, since I didn’t have any either, and working as a kitchen hand in a restaurant at minimum wage wasn’t something both of us planned for the rest of our lives. Andy wanted to study business and, one day, own his own big corporation with hundreds of employees and a very cool office with an outstanding view, high in the building. Me, I wanted to teach.
“You won’t have to work those shitty long hours anymore, Mia. We won’t have to worry about money. You can quit that pathetic job and say goodbye to that asshole boss of yours.”
“Pathetic job,” I murmured under my breath as I stared out the small window to my right. “Asshole boss.” I hugged myself tight as I gazed at the view.
It was beautiful, with bright gold and blues, and just below the plane, there were thick white clouds all along the endless horizon. I’d always wanted to see this exquisite scenery for real since I’d spotted it in a beauty magazine I bought from a secondhand bookstore. I even had the picture glued in my notebook of places I wanted to go and things I wanted to do and accomplish before I died. I’d also wanted to be in a plane too.
At the moment, however, both were the furthest from my mind. In a few hours, the plane would land, and I’d be in Los Angeles, California—a place I’d never been to before and hadn’t even wanted to visit. Paris, Tokyo, and Rome were the cities I desperately wanted to see. Not Los Angeles. Never Los Angeles. And the fact I didn’t know where I was going or what I’d be doing there really worried me. No, that wasn’t true. What really worried me was that I didn’t know whom I’d be facing and how the hell I’d be getting Andy out of his mess.
During the next few painstakingly slow hours, I remained paralyzed, seized by fear of the unknown. Fear of what would happen to Andy if I couldn’t help him.
“Andy,” I murmured. “Why?”
He’d been such a good little brother. I understood it had been hard for him since the death of our parents, as it had for me. I understood shit happened in everyone’s life, though it seemed to happen a lot more for us. But we had to carry on living, didn’t we? And Andy? He was just that gullible, more than the most gullible person on the planet. I’d known that, yet I’d let him go. Allowed the wolves to have a taste of him, to play and dance with him. And now he was stuck, and I didn’t know how I could save him.
At the moment, I knew I was charging forward blindly. The wolves, those billionaire businessmen who didn’t hesitate to play dirty, were whom I would be dealing with.
“Maxwell,” I said the name softly under my breath, a shiver passing down my spine. Even the name itself radiated power, and it scared the hell out of me.
All I’d gotten was a phone call from Andy and then an email—a threatening email—from a man simply called J. Maxwell. That email was short and to the point. Even now I felt a little dizzy thinking about it.
Ms. Donovan,
I would like to inform you that your brother, Andy Donovan, has done a very unwise thing. He and his friends have swindled and lost two million dollars of mine in a gamble. He is currently under our protection. Negotiation between us is prudent, and I urgently advise you to make an appointment to meet me.
Maxwell
The bastard had made it sound like he was the police with the words protection and negotiate. But then again, Andy and his so-called friends had swindled millions from the billionaire, and now it was my job to replace them. Once again, the number of zeros following that two made my head spin. How the heck was I supposed to supply two million dollars?
The plane landed, and I found myself shuffling through thousands of people I didn’t know. I tried to pass them as quickly as I could, clutching my backpack close to me. I knew I looked like a fish out of water here, and those staring at me with the look were evidence of that. I didn’t care though. I had a mission to accomplish, and their judgment wasn’t going to faze me.
I sighed with some small relief once I was outside where there were less people to encounter. It was hot. So hot in fact I had to take off my sweater. I knew I had to take the bus into town because a taxi was way too expensive, and I couldn’t afford that, what with only three hundred bucks cash in my wallet.
I jumped into the bus a few minutes later, and after paying my fees, I settled in a lone seat, placing my backpack on my lap in front of me. I kept to myself throughout the whole journey. When the bus stopped in town, I took another up to Beverly Hills and then another one farther out. This took me another hour, and by the time it stopped at the very end of the route, I was exhausted and thirsty.
Out on the rather deserted street lined with big mansions that both terrified and amazed me, I took out the G****e map I’d printed out and peered at the white, neatly folded piece of paper. The glare was getting to my eyes, so I moved around, trying to find a bit of shade. My finger followed the line of roads on the map as I muttered to myself, “Where am I? Where am I?”
An angry, long, loud beep blared from the distance. Tires screeched against asphalt. I lifted my head, and my eyes rounded with dread. Panic seized me the moment I saw the car heading toward me. I reacted by staggering back, just in time, as the vehicle came to a sudden halt inches from me.
I fell on my backside, my heart pumping loud and fast. I was still paralyzed with fright when the door of that expensive car opened. Shiny black shoes landed on the pavement, followed by clean black trousers.
I watched, suddenly fascinated as that pair of shoes came my way. They stopped right in front of me, as if waiting patiently for me to lift my head. And I did. My eyes slowly drifted up the long legs in trousers and then to the slim waist and expensive-looking pale-blue shirt and dark jacket, and then… My breath was taken away the moment my eyes met his.
Strong, aquiline nose, deep-set eyes, prominent jawline, and dark hair—this was the type of face found in fashion magazines. The male models in ads for cologne and expensive suits. The type that was out of my reach. The rich, expensive type that every girl drooled over and dreamed of dating.
He was the type that scared the shit out of me, and he was doing so right now. My breathing became shorter and faster. At that moment, I just wanted to run. My legs, however, seemed to have become numb, and I couldn’t command them to move.
The handsome stranger made my condition worse by coming down to one knee. I was surprised he actually allowed those expensive clean trousers to touch the dirt.
When he faced me, I swallowed.
Prussian blue.
The color of his eyes. Dark yet bright, with an ominous feel to them. A shade of blue that had fascinated me since I was a child. It was the shade of the sky I’d seen when I opened my eyes that day many years ago, my whole body aching in agony and my bones broken. The sound of sirens and people shouting, asking me if I was all right. I’d never been all right. I was dying from a car accident. And they asked me, a child of twelve, if I was all right.
I flicked my mind back to the present, to the man in front of me, and bit my dry lip. I subconsciously licked them—a mistake. His Prussian-blue eyes drifted to my lips, and suddenly my whole body reacted in a way it had never reacted before.
It flared with heat, and delicious sensation coursed through me, making me almost breathless. I was trembling more fiercely than I had when I’d thought the car was going to hit me.
My body quivered beneath his stare, at the sudden, electrical sparks that charged and pulsated between us.
He narrowed his eyes—against the glare of the sun or a knowing sign, I didn’t know which. When he grinned at me, one that would take any girl’s breath away, I knew it was the latter. He was way too handsome for my peace of mind. It was a crime for such a man to exist.
“Are you all right?” he asked, the timbre of his voice deep.
A thrill rushed down my spine. I tentatively nodded and wished he’d just up and go.
He didn’t, which both angered and pleased me at the same time. At that moment, I didn’t understand my own feelings. Yes, I wanted him to leave me alone, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to go.
He surprised me by wrapping one large strong hand over my arm. I jolted at the touch, and my body went into a frenzy of sensation, a whirlwind of heat.
He pulled me along as he stood, and I mindlessly followed. My head barely reached his massive broad shoulders. I swallowed as I stared at his shirt.
“Don’t walk into the road without looking at where you’re going,” he said.
I nodded, still not looking at him.
“Thanks,” I said, stepping back. I felt his hand releasing me, his warmth leaving me.
I turned, picked up my backpack, and gave him a smile. I saw him cocking his head to one side before turning away. I was still trembling when a few moments later I watched his car speed by.
JamesThe moment Whitney and her new boyfriend stepped into the ballroom, James Maxwell wanted to get the fucking hell out of there. His hands fisted tight as anger threatened to erupt to the surface, destroying his calm exterior. Having had years of experience with emotional control, he immediately slammed down the fury inside him with the force of cold logic. Getting pissed with her would bring him nothing but wasted energy on useless emotions.“What the hell is she doing here?” Scott, the second Maxwell brother, hissed. “I thought she was in Rome.” He was staring at James’ ex-wife, who was dressed to the nines.She was still breathtakingly beautiful, James admitted, but that beauty was now tainted in his eyes.“How should I know?” James said calmly. “We’re divorced.”Eric, the youngest Maxwell brother, snorted. “The bitch does know how to turn the party sour.”“You okay, bro?” Scott asked.James nodded. Leaving the party now wouldn’t look good, and everyone would know it was because
JamesA sense of relief swept through him the moment he slid into the black Ferrari. Switching on the engine, the music blared into the confined space. Putting the gear on reverse, he whipped out of the parking area, then exited the Worthington estate.A cool breeze washed against his skin, which was nice. James let his mind drift off, thinking about everything and nothing. About twenty minutes later, his cell phone rang. He glanced at the screen and noted the name flashing at him. A smile crept across his face. He flicked on the loudspeaker, at the same time muting the music.“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted.“Daddy?” Aria said.“Yes, sweetheart?”“Are you coming home soon?”He laughed. “Yes. Have you finished your piano lesson?”Aria paused, then said, “Yes. But, Daddy, Sammy won’t eat the food I gave him. He’ll starve if he doesn’t eat. I’m worried. He hasn’t been eating properly for days now. Should we take him to the vet?”He frowned. “I’ll be home in a minute, Aria. Daddy will take
MiaThe moment I sighted the humongous gate, my heart missed a beat. I glanced at the number, and sure enough, it was the right property. Or rather estate, because stretching before my eyes were acres of lawn and woods. I hadn’t yet seen the house, but I knew it was going to be big.I stepped over to the intercom and pushed on the button. A buzzing sound came through, and then a male voice said, “Yes?”I nervously cleared my throat. “I… I’m here to see Mr. Maxwell.”“Do you have an appointment with him?” He was harsh and straight to the point.“No, I…”“No appointment, no Mr. Maxwell.”I panicked and knew he was about to end our conversation. “No, please. I mean he sent me an email asking that I come to see him. I mean… Mr. Maxwell sent me an email a couple of weeks ago.”A pause and then, “Your name?”“Mia… Mia Donovan,” I said quickly.“Wait there a minute,” he said, and then the intercom buzzed.I looked around me, taking in the scenery. It was something to do while I waited. But re
MiaOnce Aria was out of sight, I shut the door and busied myself finding a pair of clean jeans and a T-shirt. Personal stuff fell out of the backpack in the process, including a packet of muesli bars I’d made myself two days ago back home in Mystic Spring, a small town no one knew existed in America.On cue, the sound of my empty stomach churning reached my ears, and I hastily unwrapped the packet. I quickly munched on one as I stripped myself naked. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday evening, my last meal, and it had been more than fifteen hours.Still chewing, tasting the sweetness of cereal, dried fruits, and nuts in my mouth, I turned my attention to the shower. Twisting the handle to the right, a burst of cold water sprayed at me, making me jump. I turned it a little farther to the warm section. A few seconds later, it was at the right temperature, and I sighed in relief.It felt so good, and the water temperature was just right. Sticky brown goo ran down my body, leaving my skin onc
Mia“I messed up his room,” I murmured to myself. I glanced at that king-size bed with the expensive duvet cover of grayish blue and black and felt a delicious shiver pass down my spine. Then I turned my attention to the floor. I sighed and proceeded to find a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that were still intact. No such luck, of course.I was midway through pulling my ripped T-shirt on when three knocks came at the door. I quickly pulled the rest of the thin gray material down my body and said, “Come in.”The door cracked open, and Ms. Lane silently entered. She stood straight as she faced me, her hands clasped before her as she addressed me. “Are you ready to see Mr. Maxwell?”If wearing ripped jeans and a shirt without a bra—because that very last one lying on the floor was torn beyond repair and unwearable—was ready, then yes, I was as ready as I could be to face the billionaire my brother owed two million dollars, the man who’d seen me with my naked backside in the air.I murmured,
MiaHe still had his hand wrapped behind my head as I stared up at him, panting, my breasts rising and falling, my lips red and sore from his wonderfully brutal treatment. He didn’t at all look as though he was affected by the kiss. His breathing was even, though his eyes were darker, with a blue fire like I’d seen when I was naked and met his gaze in his bedroom only a short time ago.He was stroking my lower lip now. I wanted him to stop because it was dully aching, yet I wanted him to continue.“Are you a virgin?”The question took me by surprise, and I shoved his hand away from me.“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked. “What the heck if I am? Is it a crime to be a virgin at twenty-two?” I stood, shoving the chair back in the process.If there were any certainty at all, I’d be a virgin for the rest of my life, because I knew I wasn’t going to settle down with just any man. Then again, I’d also been certain I was never going to let any man kiss me either, unless he was
JamesHe was so screwed. So fucking screwed. He shouldn’t have let Mia in, but he did, and now look at where it got him. He was fucking turned on, and his damn cock was hard and sticking out like a goddamn steel pole.Shutting his eyes, James took a deep breath. He knew the beast down there wasn’t going to be satisfied, and he needed to act fast.In ten seconds flat, he was out of the office, up the stairs, and into his bedroom.“Out!” he snapped at the maid busy cleaning up the mess Mia had left behind only minutes ago.“Y-yes, sir,” she stammered. She flew out in a hurry, dragging the vacuum cleaner with her.James headed to the en suite and slammed the door shut. Then he proceeded to take off his clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. Naked and muscles tight with sexual frustration, he shoved on the multihead shower. He stood there under the running water, one hand resting against the wall as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.“Fuck!” he hissed, staring at his engorged cock. He
MiaI stared up at the darkening sky, wondering why my life sucked so much, wondering how the heck I was supposed to find two million…wondering if I should take up Mr. Maxwell’s offer.No! the voice in the back of my head shouted. I wasn’t that low. I wasn’t about to become his prostitute.Selfish! the voice screamed at me. You’re a selfish bitch, Mia. It’s Andy, your brother. You’d do anything for him.I sat up, wiping away my tears. That’s right. I’d do anything for Andy. He was all I had. I couldn’t lose him. He needed me, and I needed him. I’d find that two million. Somehow. Someway.Grabbing my bag, I flung the ripped thing over my shoulder and hoisted myself up.The moment my legs straightened, the world spun around me. I gritted my teeth as I shut my eyes. I knew I was very dehydrated and tired. The way I was going, I’d collapse soon. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I needed to find a place to stay for the night and then something to eat.Turning the bag over, I unzipped it and