LOGINKayla Robinson is at her breaking point. After catching her boyfriend and her best friend, in the backseat of her own car, her world shatters. To make matters worse, she's broke and in dept. Just when she thinks she has hit rock bottom, her powerful, and intimidating boss, Damien Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Industries makes her an offer she can’t refuse. Damien needs a wife to secure his corporate empire, and he’s chosen Kayla for the role. She must play the part of the powerful Mrs. Blackwood while fighting her growing attraction to a man who is as dangerous as he is handsome. Now she's part of a high stakes game. When secrets unfold and traitors are revealed, would she be able to see it through? How long will it take for her to fall for Damien and breach her contract? Or will Damien fall for her first?
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I slid into the Uber Jason had ordered me, holding Olivia's house warming gift in my hand. It was just a cheap lamp I got off Etsy and personally bedazzled. The ride to her newly purchased penthouse was faster than I expected. I got out of the car leaving the driver with a very generous five dollar tip. I shot my boyfriend a text: [I'm here.] He responded immediately: [Come right up!] Jason insisted on coming earlier with my car to help Olivia set up. I'm really grateful that my boyfriend and best friend get along so well. I saw Olivia's Porsche and Pink G-wagon parked out front. I really wonder why she had a house warming party for each property her father purchased for her. This was the third one this year. "Hey baby," Jason said, kissing my forehand. He stared at me for a minute, taking in the sundress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. "You look breathtaking." I couldn't help the giant smile that formed on my face. Jason and I had been dating for three years now. My parents loved him so much, but my sister, not so much. It didn't change the fact that he was a prince and always treated me right. "Where's Liv?" I finally asked when I snap out of my trance. "She's over there, greeting her guests," he placed his hand on my waist, pulling me closer. "I'll take your gift upstairs." While Jason disappeared into the crowd, I made my way to Liv. Her eyes lit up immediately they landed on me. "Kayla, darling," she held my shoulders lightly, placing air kisses on both my cheeks before pushing me to arm's length and drinking me in. "Darling, that dress," she paused, kissing her teeth. My heart almost did a summersault. She smiled, "Are you trying to get everyone's attention?" "God, Liv. You scared me." She laughed, loud, "Don't mind me darling, you look delectable." I felt a hand snake around me and I turned back to meet Jason's lips. He placed a kiss on my lips before pulling me closer to his hot body where I met his erection. A smile spread across my face. I just love how he was so attracted to me. Jason kissed me again and Olivia practically groaned. "Get a room!" she said rolling her eyes. I and Jason laughed in response. "Umm, darling, I hate to separate you two love birds, but, can I borrow Jase for a moment?" Liv pouted. "Yeah, no problem," I say, nudging Jason playfully. Olivia claps her hands together. "Perfect. Jason, I need your muscles. I have a literal crate of champagne that needs to go from the service lift to the kitchen, and these caterers are moving like snails." She turned to me, "Darling, be an angel and mind the door for a second? Just grab the gifts from people as they come in. I’ll be right back with your man." "Sure, I don't mind," I replied. I really didn't. Olivia was a good friend and was always there when I needed her. We went to the same Uni. She never really made the fact that she had more money than me a problem. Jason gave my waist one last squeeze. "Won't be long, baby." I watched them disappear into the crowd then made my way toward the entrance, putting on my best "hostess" smile. For a few minutes, it was actually kind of fun. I was handed beautifully wrapped boxes and heavy bags from boutiques I'd never heard of. The door swung open and a flash of shimmery pink caught the light. Chelsea. My sister strut in, looking like she stepped off a runway in a dress I knew she couldn't afford. Her eyes raked over me with judgment. "Kayla? Why on earth are you playing doorman?" she asked, not trying to hide her disappointment. "Where is Olivia? This is her party, isn't it?" I shifted the weight of a heavy gift bag in my arms. "She’s busy, Chelsea. I’m just helping out." Chelsea scoffed, crossing her arms. "Of course you are. Still the little goody two-shoes." I rolled my eyes at my little sister. "You know, you're actually kind of a bitch. It's just a favor for a friend." I look at her empty hands. "And where’s your gift? I thought you liked Olivia." "I didn't bring one," she says simply, checking her nails. "My presence is the gift. Besides, she has enough stuff." She glances around the foyer, her eyes narrowing. "Where’s Jason? I haven't seen his boring face yet." She really hated the guy. Chelsea was a very kind person, and she usually liked everyone. "He's upstairs," I say, a small frown tugging at my lips. I glance at my watch. "Helping Olivia with some heavy lifting. Actually... it’s true, he and Olivia have been gone for a minute now." Chelsea raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow. "A minute? How long have they been gone, Kayla?" "Well, champagne crates are heavy. I'm going to go find them." "Good luck with that, Kay," Chelsea calls out as she swerves past me toward the bar. I headed upstairs, checking the kitchen and the dining area, but the penthouse was massive and the music wass starting to get louder, thumping through the floorboards. As I passed a hallway leading to the terrace, a sudden draft hit me. My sundress, while "breathtaking" according to Jason, is paper-thin. The air conditioning in here was set to 'arctic,' and the evening breeze coming through the open balcony door made my skin break out in goosebumps. I rubbed my arms, feeling a sudden chill that has nothing to do with the temperature. I need my denim jacket. I left it in the backseat of my car—the one Jason drove here. I turned away from the party noise and headed toward the back exit. I just need to grab my jacket, clear my head, and then I’ll find them. I stepped out into the cool night air toward the driveway, my heart starts that slow, heavy thud again. My car is bouncing? The movement continues as I step closer. Did Jason let someone use my car for a make out session? Disgusting. I charged towards my car in full speed but stop when I'm only an inch away from the door. The voices in the car are familiar. The moans grew louder, "Oh, yes. Right there!" "Fuck Liv, you're so wet!" A masculine voice replied. Jason? My whole body grew heavy. I pulled the car door open to find Olivia in a cowgirl position bouncing on my naked boyfriend, in my car. "What in fucks name is going on here?" I ask before with shock lacing my voice.Damien I couldn't stop staring. Kayla was sitting across from me, and the more I looked, the more the heat rose to her cheeks. She was trying to be casual, sipping her drink and looking at me through her peripheral vision with a small, awkward smile."What?" she finally asked, still refusing to meet my eyes. "Is there something on my face?""Yes," I said, keeping my face perfectly serious.Her eyes went wide. She immediately started scrubbing at her cheek and chin with her napkin, looking frantic. "Where? Did I get sauce on me? Is it a smudge?""Right there," I pointed vaguely. "It’s called beauty."Kayla froze. She realized I’d played her, and she nearly flipped me off right there at the table. "You are literally the worst," she laughed, finally looking at me. "I was actually worried I looked like a mess.""You always look like a mess, Kayla. Just a very pretty one," I teased."Oh, shut up, Blackwood. Go count your money or something."We finished eating and decided the house was to
Sadie I was bouncing and grinding on him, the friction of his cock against my walls the only thing keeping me grounded. I worked my hips in a hard, punishing pace, feeling his hands squeeze my breasts with a possessive grip. I tried to look anywhere else-the ceiling, the wall, the rumpled sheets-but every time I averted my eyes, he'd reach up and force my head back."Look at me, Sadie," he'd mutter.It irritated me gravely. I hated being told what to do, especially by someone who was nothing more than a temporary distraction. I wasn't even getting off on the sex itself; it was just a physical release for the absolute rage boiling in my blood.I was seething. I could still see Damien's smug face and that little pet whore of his. The way grandfather had me thrown out during dinner... it was a humiliation I couldn't swallow. I had to find a way to make the score even. Every downward thrust was like I was striking against them.I rode my boy toy until I hit a climax. The moment the pul
Damien "Grab onto me," I told her, glancing back over my shoulder. "I'm not letting you drown on my watch. I’ve still got months of that marriage contract to get through."She laughed but did as she was told, climbing onto my back and wrapping her arms tight around my neck. I cut through the water toward the shore, feeling the weight of her against me. It felt right.As we hit the shallows, I let her down. Suddenly, she started coughing violently. Her face scrunched up, and she was gasping for air like she’d swallowed half the ocean.My heart skipped a beat. Panic flared in my chest. "Kayla? Hey, look at me." I scrambled closer, my hands shaking slightly as I started rubbing her chest and patting her back. "Breathe, Kayla. Just breathe. I've got you."The second I leaned in close, she stopped. She looked up at me, a massive, devious grin breaking across her face, and let out a loud peal of laughter."Gotcha!" she yelled.Before I could even process that she’d played me, she was up an
Damien There was a spread with fresh fruit, cod, and more coffee on the balcony table. The ocean breeze was warm and comforting. "So," Kayla said, poking at a piece of pineapple. "How long do you think we’ll last before one of us 'accidentally' pushes the other off a yacht? Is that in the contract, or do we wait for the one-year mark?"I leaned back, enjoying the view of the water—and her. "I give it six months before you realize you can’t live without my charming personality. By month eight, you’ll be the one insisting on the matching silk pajamas and the golden retriever.""Matching pajamas?" She scoffed, pointing her fork at me. "In your dreams, Blackwood. Our marriage is going to be a series of very expensive arguments punctuated by me spending your money on things you hate. I’m thinking about a giant velvet portrait of myself for the foyer.""If it's the one of you tripping over the blanket this morning, I'll pay for the frame myself," I countered. She narrowed her eyes, but a






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