In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father

ELARAMy jaw slacked. I shook my head.“I don’t have…”“Oh, baby. But there’s so much of it on my phone.” David gripped both my wrist as he led me towards the room.Tears welled in my eyes, but I fought them from flooding down my cheeks..“You had hidden cameras.” My hands flew over my lips when he pointed them. The tears I fought so hard with, streamed down my cheeks as I imagined what the headlines would be if they got out.Super model gets wild: Elara’s sex tape released. Stunned beyond words, I turned to leave this place.He caught my wrist. Hard. “You walk out, and those nudes go everywhere. Your little swimwear brand? Kiss it goodbye. Every brand deal, every runway, every follower who thinks you’re wholesome, they’ll see what a slut you really are.”When I didn’t say anything, he went on, “You also have a few chats with me that I could put out there too. You really let me talk trash about Melissa Greenwood, and she’s one of your biggest customers for those little swimwear you s

ELARA I spent the next four days trying to pretend Room 7 had been a dream.A very vivid, very filthy dream.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the masked stranger from Room 7 inside me, his voice in my ear calling me exquisite, his hands bruising my hips like he was marking territory no one else would ever claim. I’d wake up soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much I wanted to crawl back to that club and beg for round two.Instead, I smiled for the cameras at my official engagement party.The venue was one of the Thorne family’s private rooftop lounges. The place was practically dripping in gold and expensive designs.The guest list involved some casino owners, real-estate sharks, a handful of politicians. David didn’t seem to know half of them. I figured they were his father’s friends. He spoke so much about the man.David found me near the bar, already three drinks in, tie loose, pupils dilated.“There’s my gorgeous fiancée.” He slung an arm around my waist, too tight. “You clean

ALEXANDERHer eyes were dilated as she stared up at me, insisting for the umpteenth time that we had nothing to talk about.Her elite facial features made it hard to concentrate on her words, coupled with the softness of her body against mine. My cock strained against my tailored pants, itching to be inside her wet heat again.Nothing prepared me for her tonight. How could I have guessed that my son’s bride-to-be was the same woman who’d taken my cock so well, I’d gotten the most intense orgasm I’d ever gotten in a while?“I need to get back to the party.” She told me with an unconscious pout and fire in her bluish green eyes.I opened my mouth to answer when the knocking on the door started again.“Mr Thorne.” She grated. I finally took a step back. Her eyes flickered to the door with uncertainty. I knew she was thinking about how to leave, with people out there now.Heaving a breath, I turned and stepped out first, shutting the door behind me.I gazed down on two little boys and thei

ALEXANDER"The numbers are bleeding, Sir," Elias muttered, tapping the glass tabletop. "Sterling Plaza is a ghost town."I didn't blink. "It’s a landmark. Landmarks don't die, they evolve.""Landmarks don't pay the mortgage," Sarah countered, leaning forward. "The industrial bid is on the table. We exit Sterling, we buy the port-side warehouses, and we're back in the black by Q3.""Unfortunately Sarah, I have no interest in warehouses.""With all due respect, Sir," she pushed, "the yield is double what we—"The heavy oak doors slammed open, the brass handles rebounding against the wall with a sharp crack. David stood in the frame, chest heaving, dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans. Of course, he wasn’t here for the meeting."We need to talk, old man." He breathed, glaring daggers at me like a man ready for war. He picked the wrong man to fight with.Maintaining my cool, I responded, "I'm sure you can wait at my office until this meeting is done. Or you can as well join us in this mee

ALEXANDERI glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time. She was late.The beautiful Elara sent a text last night, telling me she was willing to meet me at my hotel. I’d shut down my remaining meetings for the day to make it here on time.As the head of an empire—my syndicate—I believed in proper time keeping and management, because you see, time is money. And I’d lost a good amount of money choosing to be here right now, only for her to keep me waiting for an hour.I rose to my feet, deciding to just set the wedding date whenever I liked—because it had to happen anyway. Just then, a knock resounded on the door. Mike stepped forward, unlocking the door. I heard him ask for her bag for a quick search.Seconds later, he parted the door open properly to reveal her standing in the frame, poised and nothing like the half-naked girl that seduced me that night. I stood, leaning on my cane, a cigar between my lips. I watched her, as openly as she watched me.Her outfit was business-like—a penc