"I'm Aiden Hart's secretary!" I shrieked over the phone. "Calm down, Charlie. It can't be that bad." I heard amusement in Emily's voice. My roommate's attitude did nothing to soothe my nerves. "It's not bad; it's a disaster!" I convinced. "I can't work for someone as hot as him! I can't breathe around him!" I might have been on the verge of a panic attack. I was supposed to work for his father, the well-respected sixty-eight-year-old Alexander Hart, not his youngest son! This wasn't what I agreed to! Less than a month ago, my dear friend died while working at Hart Global Corporation as the CEO's secretary. Now, I was about to replace her while investigating the truth behind her death. I thought I was prepared to enter the snake's nest, but I clearly underestimated the enemy… Aiden Hart was the purest embodiment of my sexual fantasies, and believe me, after four sexless years, I had more than too many of them twirling inside my brain. Every day, I found my boss more and more alluring, and I could only protect my weak heart by repeating my newly created mantra... "Don't fall for Mr. Hart... Don't fall for Mr. Hart... Don't fall for Mr. Hart."
View MoreCountless all-nighters spent by the books, countless hours spent on learning law, economy, and politics, and here I was—sitting on a freaking tree in the middle of the night. After years of dreaming of becoming an investigative journalist, I—Charlotte Madison—was now forced to turn into a pervert while hunting for scandalous pictures of the new-rising actress Angelica Butterfly.
She was suspected of dating congressmen, and getting a picture of her and any known politician was my current assignment. It was the hot stuff that my editor-in-chief would kill for, and he would definitely kill me if I didn't get him what he wanted. Certainly, this so-called assignment was wrong in more ways than I could count, not to mention that I was violating close to a dozen legal rules. Unfortunately, for my bosses at the Bombshell News—one of the worst New York tabloids—the law was meaningless while sales meant everything.
Since I sucked at invading other people's privacy, this crappy task was my final chance. I could either get the pictures or happily welcome the state of unemployment. I spent some time digging and asking around, and I finally got a tip from a friend who knew a friend who knew Angelica's bodyguard that something was up. The hot little actress went to a certain VIP party, and everyone knew she would not be alone when she returned to her luxurious villa on Pleasure Drive.
I felt ridiculous and pathetic. I spent three hours hidden among the branches of the thick tree right outside the fence of her residence. I was wearing black sweatpants and a black hoodie resembling some creep, and I certainly felt like one. Unfortunately, keeping my dignity and pride intact was not going to help me pay my rent and bills. And so, I held my old Nikon with a camera lens the size of a small riffle and prayed that the paparazzo gods would bless me tonight with at least one good shot.
When the lights finally illuminated Angelica's mansion, I almost fell off that damn tree. Shifting toward the thickest branch, I lowered myself to my knees and aimed my camera at the upper floor, where Angelica's bedroom was. God, I sincerely hoped that I would get my shot before witnessing something highly indecent.
The whole length of Angelica's bedroom was covered by a smooth row of floor-to-ceiling windows. Several heartbeats later, Angelica entered the room accompanied by a black-haired man in a perfectly tailored suit. My anxious heart began to thunder. The golden-haired star glided to the center of the room, elegantly turning around in her red sequin dress as if she were playing a scene. The man who came with her smoothed the lapels of his expensive jacket and stepped toward her slowly. Biting my lower lip, I focused my camera on the man in the suit.
God, that was it! All I needed was to catch that man's face, take one decent shot of him and her together, and I would keep my job!
"Show me your face, gorgeous," I muttered, trying to spot anything that would help me identify him. I had no such luck. The man kept his face away from the window but left me the chance to admire the well-packed rest of him.
The custom-made, high-end black suit ideally enveloped his broad shoulders but barely contained his arm muscles. I bit my lip again as I studied his large chest and the reversed triangle shape of his upper body. Angelica ended my moment of admiration as she pulled him by the tie, bringing his lips to hers.
Shit. Now, spotting his face had become even harder than before. A few more curses escaped me as I reluctantly watched Miss Celebrity kiss the mystery man. It felt more embarrassing by the second. "For the love of God! Could you stand by the window so I could see who you are and get this over with?!"
My frustration rose beyond limits. The black-haired man wrapped his arms around Angelica, pushing them away from the window and toward the bed. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I was NOT into watching live porn!
"Please don't undress her, please don't undress her, please—" A second later, Angelica's perfect boobs presented themselves in the well-lit part of the room, along with the rest of her naked body.
"God! Why are you doing this to me?! All I wanted was to see who that guy is…" I trailed off as the man in the suit began getting rid of his clothes.
His jacket was already lying on the floor, and his white shirt was coming off next. I might have stopped breathing as the white fabric fell off his chiseled shoulders, exposing the most perfectly carved abdomen I had ever seen. Heat flooded my cheeks, a wicked shiver stroked my lady bits, and, for a moment, I forgot where I was and what I was doing. Focusing my camera on his deliciously rippled stomach, I almost reached out my hand as if I could touch him. God help me, I wanted to touch him—badly.
Then something happened. He walked away from the bed and moved toward the window, staring directly at the tree I was sitting on! I gulped and froze. It felt like our eyes met. His were a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue. His features were sharp, almost intimidating, and madly alluring. This man was not a congressman, and I would know since I had them all memorized. I had no idea who he was, but since his whole look screamed VIP, I decided to snap a picture first and research later. I placed my fingers on the focus rings and turned them slightly when I saw one side of his sensual, full lips curving into a smirk.
Chills ran down my spine. He couldn't have spotted me sitting on that tree, could he? My heart stopped. His gaze darkened while his smirk became more devilish. Like in slow motion, I watched him raise his hand, pointing at my tree. A heartbeat passed, and the wrapped-in-sheets actress was standing by the window next to him, following his line of sight. When her mouth opened to shout a single word, I knew what it was even without hearing her: she called for the guards.
My heart restarted, triple the force, but my muscles froze instead. "Move, Charlie! Move!" I screamed at myself, seeing the fully-armed security team run in my direction. Fuck! I was royally screwed!
The shirtless mystery man was still standing by the window, as if he were more interested in catching the pervert on the tree than fucking the hot actress. I forced air into my lungs, and with the new breath, some of my common sense returned. I grabbed my bag and camera and jumped off the tree, throwing myself into a dead run.
"That creep is getting away! Catch him!" I heard behind my back.
"Over my dead body!" I growled, speeding up and running toward the grove in front of me.
I looked over my shoulder and registered four guards running toward me with flashlights. I reached the trees, where I could blend in with the shadows of the night. Drawing a deep breath, I tried my luck and kept running forward, moving all but blindly in the dark density of the trees. After a few minutes, I stopped and leaned my back against the tree. The guards' voices seemed to fade. Did I lose them?
As soon as I thought about it, the most annoying old-school ringtone sounded from my bag. Idiot! How could I forget to silence my damn phone?! It rang for only a moment, but it was enough to let the guards know where I was…
"Over there!" one of them yelled.
Cursing under my breath, I forced my feet to run again. I made a quick mental note to call my Dad and thank him for making me run three to five miles a day since I was a kid. He taught me to keep my body in good shape, and as I sprinted forward, I knew that his teaching was probably going to save my life today.
Finally, I ran out of the grove, reaching the spot where I parked the car. Heart hammering against my chest, I darted inside and drove away as if the road was on fire. My body began to relax only once I was certain that no cars were following me. I pulled over at the gas station and dragged my hands down my face.
What I did was incredibly risky and stupid, and I would love to forget this night ever happened… Unfortunately, the sight of that mystery man shirtless had already been engraved in my mind. Slapping my cheeks, I chased away the sudden rush of lewd thoughts and reached inside my backpack, searching for my phone.
Losing all my patience, I threw everything out on the front seat. I grabbed the phone I normally used, only to find it turned off. Confused, I stared at it for a moment before my gaze shifted to my other, "emergency" phone. This one was old, and only three people knew its number. Those people were my Dad and two of my friends from high school, and an emergency call from any of them couldn't mean anything good.
Sucking a deep breath, I looked at the screen and saw a missed call from Bastian. I swallowed a lump in my throat and called him back. "Hello?" I started hesitantly.
"Charlie, something happened." His voice trembled as if he was about to cry. "It's about Julienne."
Air escaped my lungs at the sound of my dear friend's name. "What happened?" I muttered.
"She's dead," he strained, barely managing to even his tone. "They say it was a suicide."
Six months later I shifted slightly and felt the pair of strong arms tighten around me. A smile formed on my lips, and I debated whether or not I should open my eyes. A gentle kiss caressed the nape of my neck, and another landed on the side, an inch away from my pulse. A pleasant shiver coursed through my body, and my smile widened. The plush lips moved lower, leaving a searing trail leading to the crook of my neck. I gasped and heard the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. I would never get tired of this. It was my favorite way to wake up. Twisting my body slowly, I turned around without freeing myself from Aiden's embrace until I could dive into the perfect blue of his irises. "I love you," I whispered. His lips were on mine in less than a second. His tongue darted out, expertly entering me with lush licks. He pushed me to my back, knocking the air out of my lungs as he moved on top of me. "You wear too many clothes," he grunted, breaking the kiss. I raised a brow. "I wear a nig
CHARLIEThirty minutes earlierA series of scorching, shallow breaths scratched my throat and windpipe, barely touching my lungs. I definitely wasn't as strong as Kastor said I was. I felt as if I could break apart at any second, and it apparently didn't take much to break me. Leaving me alone, chained to the bed for hours, was more than enough for panic to burst out. I couldn't stand waiting for the unknown, waiting to be raped, beaten, strangled, or God knew what else with no way to defend myself, no way to escape...My mouth was dry, and my stomach growled. The adrenaline kept my system satiated, but now even the hormones weren't enough to restrain my body's natural needs. I was so damn tired and terrified, I could imagine myself begging to be freed. The helplessness I felt was able to easily drive me to insanity.The brief relief that came with Kastor leaving the room just after Christopher's corpse had been removed was long gone. Now I kept staring a
AIDENMy father had another stroke. He heard about Christopher's betrayal and his crimes. It surely must have been a massive blow for him. My mother spent most of the time by his bed, and for the first time, I regretted that I couldn't be there too, but there were other, important issues I needed to take care of first.Hart Global Corporation was going down. The news about our warehouses being basically robbed and the frequent shipment to the sponsoring terrorism countries spread faster than a bolt of lightning. The bankruptcy was unavoidable, but I had no time to explain to the shareholders why my half-brother decided to screw them all over and disappear. The fact that people expected me to stand before them and apologize seriously pissed me off, but as the still-acting CEO of the dying company, I was obligated to make an official statement.I should have been elsewhere. I should have been looking for Charlie, but currently, I was about to become a source of entertainment for a large
I spent several hours alone in that windowless room, chained to the wall. Perhaps it was nighttime, but since I had no way to check, I could only judge by the fewer sounds coming through the steel door. Dominique's body had been taken away, but the sickening puddle of his blood on the concrete remained. I could only see the place where I was locked properly once Landon was gone, and even if this place was terrifying, I was relieved when everyone left, locking me in here alone. My prison was a hall, resembling the middle-sized space of an empty warehouse. Since everything inside smelled like a decaying basement, I guessed I had to be somewhere underground. My disgusting space was illuminated by several loosely hanging lightbulbs, giving merely a dim light in a few seemingly random parts of the room, leaving more than a couple of square feet sunk in the darkness. It didn't take long for my mind to craft all kinds of horrifying scenarios as I imagined what or who could be lur
*TRIGGER WARNING* The final paragraphs of this chapter contain a description of violence and physical torture.CHARLIEMy head hurt so much that I was afraid that if I opened my eyes, it might explode. My consciousness returned slowly, and a new wave of different pain reached me just several heartbeats later. I was lying on something hard. There were rough and heavy cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My feet were bare, and I was shivering from the cold. As I inhaled through my nose, I sensed something moist and rotting in the air, which made me scared to open my eyes even more.A not-so-distant rustling sound signaled someone's presence. Someone was watching me. I squeezed in a breath that came out more audible than I expected and opened my eyes. The dark, rusty-metal-like ceiling was the first thing I saw. My "bed" was made of wooden boxes that formed a row next to a dirty, black wall. The thick cuffs on my wrists and ankles were chained to a large ring, sticking out a few inches abo
AIDEN I was making my fourth mental note to punch that Murray fucker as soon as this was all over. He insisted on keeping my detainee status, so I was currently cuffed and sitting in the backseat of his car instead of driving mine at full speed. "You're OK in there?" Murray asked, and I could clearly see the smug smirk in the rearview mirror. Deller was sitting in the front passenger's seat, and, fortunately, he turned out to be more rational than his asshole partner. "Not OK at all," I hissed. "You're too slow, and perhaps you're still not aware, but there are lives on the line!" "We're doing our best, Mr. Hart." Deller glanced at me, twisting his head over his shoulder. "We still need to follow the rules, and we can't just—" "Screw the rules!" I snapped. "Those people we're against follow no rules except for the ones they create! If something happened to Charlie because we were too slow, then I swear to God—" "Shut your mouth, Hart!" Murray roared. "Don't you dare say a word ab
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