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I drove through the huge land that was Blackwood estate with Miles. This place is like its own private country. The family houses are spread out across the property, with the main residences sitting far back from the front gates. As I walked into the grand house, Rosa greeted me. She is an Italian immigrant who moved here years ago after Eloise hired her. She’s been with us so long she feels more like family than an employee. "Young Master, everyone is in the sun room." Everyone? Shocking, I'm always the first person present at these family gatherings. I headed straight for the sun room to see Harold sat down and everyone else beside him. I have an idea about why this family meeting was called, and seeing Rufus just confirmed it. "Glad you could finally join us," Harold said with a smug look on his face, "sit down!" "Thank you for the warm welcome," I said then took a seat right next to my cousin and literal best friend, Ethan. Asides from Miles, Ethan is the only person I can trust with my life. Ethan parents, Uncle Jack and Aunt Valerie were seated next to Harold. My parents were on his other side. Beside them was my Uncle who looked annoyed; his twin sons Leo and Finn were missing. They were probably out partying somewhere. Finally, there was my aunt, Hilda who never married. She sat with her adopted daughter Sadie, by her side. I and Sadie have never really seen eye to eye. My grandfather, Harold, stood up. He looked tired and sad but it was never his thing to show weakness at any point. Rufus, our family attorney stood beside. The man has worked with the family for decades and handled a lot of shit. "Thank you for coming," my grandfather said looking around the room. "Eloise built this empire had very clear ideas about who should lead it next." The lawyer stepped forward and opened a thick folder and I could see how everyone stopped breathing. The silence was so loud you could hear a pin drop. "We all love and miss Eloise. She was a woman who dedicated herself to other people and built an empire with her bare hands," the lawyer began, "this is the last will and testament of Eloise Pearl Blackwood." Everything we own started with my grandmother, Eloise. She was a rebel. She ran away from her rich family to marry Harold, the man she actually loved. Together, they started a small construction company and grew it into a multi-million dollar business I leaned back, trying to act as non chalant and unbothered as possible. I've held the position as CEO for a long time. I was literally raised for the job so I know who the first choice for chair person is, it's me. Rufus cleared his throat, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he looked over the heavy parchment. "These are the words of Eloise Pearl Blackwood," Rufus began in a formal voice. "To my family, I leave the duty of the Blackwood name. The Blackwood Estate shall stay under the control of my beloved Harold for his whole life. When he passes, the title goes solely to my grandson, Damien. It must never be sold while Harold is alive." Uncle Jack shifted in his seat. The wood creaked loudly. "Solely to Damien? That is a massive asset to lock away from the rest of us." "Quiet, Jack," Harold snapped. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor. Rufus continued. "Now for the other properties. The Italian Villa goes to Aunt Hilda. The London Townhouse goes to Damien’s parents. The New York Apartment goes to Uncle Jack and Aunt Valerie. The vacation homes will be split between Uncle Marcus and his sons, Leo and Finn. This is only if they do not gamble them away within a year." "They will probably lose them in a week," Sadie muttered. She tossed her hair back. I ignored her. She wasn't wrong anyway. Leo and Finn are a severe embarrassement to the Blackwood name. I can't even confidently refer to them as my cousins. "Now, let us discuss the company shares," Rufus said loudly because this was the part everyone was waiting for. "Blackwood Industries has 1,000,000 voting shares. I have divided them so everyone has a voice." He began to read the percentages out loud. "Harold Blackwood would receive 15%. My parents were allocated 10%, and Uncle Jack and Aunt Valerie would also receive 10%. Uncle Marcus, Aunt Hilda, and Ethan were each given 5%. Sadie was granted 2.5%, while the absent twins, Leo and Finn, were also given 2.5% each. Finally, my personal portion was set at 20%." Uncle Marcus stood up. He looked flustered. "Wait. That only adds up to 77.5%. That leaves 22.5% left. That is the controlling block. Who gets the majority?" Rufus stopped. He looked at the paper. Then he looked at me and Harold. He leaned over and whispered in my grandfather’s ear. Harold’s eyes widened. He looked grim. "Wait," Harold commanded. He raised his hand. "Before we go on, bring Miles in. He needs to be here for this." Ethan looked at me. He was confused. "Miles? Why Miles? He is the company advisor, but he isn't family." I didn't answer. My heart started thumping against my ribs. Miles walked into the room. He looked confused too. He stood by the door and straightened his tie. "Continue, Rufus," Harold said. Rufus took a deep breath. "The final 22.5% of the shares are held in a trust. They are meant for Damien Blackwood. This would give him 42.5% total and full control of the board. However, this clause is conditional." Rufus took a pause. I felt a wave of dread hit me. "Eloise added a condition," Rufus said for clarity. "To get these shares, Damien Blackwood must be married within six months of the will reading. Also, he must have a child, or be expecting one, by the end of the first year." The room exploded with noise. I almost gagged. What the fuck? "A wife and a baby in one year?" Ethan laughed. "Damien doesn't even have a girlfriend! He only dates his laptop!" "This is insane!" Aunt Hilda shouted. She stood up quickly. "What if he fails? Who gets the company then?" Rufus looked at Miles. Then he looked back at the paper. "If Damien fails, the 22.5% goes to Miles Carter. He will manage them to keep the company stable." The room went silent. It was a heavy, shocking silence. I looked at Miles. He looked like he had been struck by lightning. I looked at my grandfather. He just stared at me. He wanted to see if I could close this deal. "This can't be legal," I muttered. "It is very legal, Damien. Your grandmother was a very thorough person," Rufus replied. "Six months to find a wife," Sadie mocked. "Who's the poor girl that agree to marry you." "I'll do it for the shares!" Ethan joked, but no one laughed. I had six months to find a wife. I had twelve months to have a child. If I failed, I would lose my empire to my best friend.KaylaThe drive to the penthouse was filled with a companionable silence, the kind that only exists when you've just shared something intense. I didn't want to talk; I just wanted to process everything. Once we were inside, I headed straight for the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. The girls could wait. After the flight I just had, and the way Damien had practically fucked my brains out in that private jet, I needed a serious refresher.I dressed in a chic, two-piece silk set that hugged my curves and slicked my hair back into a tight, high ponytail, secured with my favorite hair tie. I felt refreshed, but my body still thrummed with a low-level ache from earlier.I went to find Damien to let him know I was heading out, but I stopped when I saw him in his home office. He was hunched over his desk, focused on a stack of documents. I started to back away slowly not wanting to disturb him, when his voice cut through the air."Kayla?"I paused. "Hmm?""What's up? Come in!" He didn't
KaylaI was shifting in my seat. The leather felt hot against my thighs. The heat radiating from my body was making me dizzy, and I was literally squirming, trying to find some relief. Damien was still using the financial magazine high up to hide his face, but I could hear the faint sound of him chuckling. Is he mocking me?I was enraged. He was playing with me, and I wasn't going to let him win this round.I reached under my tennis skirt. I hooked my fingers into the lace of my underwear and slid them down my legs. When they reached my feet, I gave a sharp flick with my toe. Damien caught them mid-air. He lowered the magazine slowly, bringing the lace to his nose. He took a deep, lingering sniff, then looked at me and mouthed, 'What are you doing?'I didn't answer. Instead, I gripped the armrests and spread my legs wide for him to see. At first, a wave of shyness hit me—I was unsure of myself, wondering if I was being too much. But then I saw his eyes. They were hungry. He stared
Kayla I woke up to the soft sound of a zipper gliding shut. Squinting against the bright morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw our suitcases standing by the door, perfectly packed and ready to go.Damien was already dressed in a crisp linen shirt, looking unfairly awake. He noticed me stirring and walked over, sitting on the edge of the mattress."Morning, sleepyhead," he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, warm kiss to my lips. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from my eyes. "How did you sleep?""Like I was drugged," I croaked, stretching my limbs. "In a good way.""Good. How’s the rib?" He didn't wait for my answer, sliding his hand under the silk sheet to find the spot. His fingers pressed against the bone. "Any sharp pain? Swelling?""It’s just a little dull ache now," I said, swatting his hand away playfully. "Stop poking me, Dr. Blackwood. I’m fine.""I'll be the judge of that," he teased, helping me sit up with a steady h
KaylaWe spent the entire afternoon in bed. After arguing for about thirty minutes about what to watch, we settled on something we both appreciate. F.R.I.E.N.D.S was blaring from the speakers. This was my family's comfort show. The only person who loved it more than me is Chelsea. "I’m telling you," I said, pointing a fork at the screen during a transition scene. "Ross is the actual villain of this entire series. He’s possessive, he’s whiny, and 'we were on a break' is the weakest legal defense in history."Damien leaned back against the headboard, his arm draped over my shoulders. He looking surprisingly invested for a man who usually dealt in hostile takeovers. "He isn't a villain, Kayla. He’s just a man who lacks basic communication skills. But Rachel? She’s the one who sabotaged every girl he dated because she couldn't decide if she wanted him or a career in fashion.""Excuse me? Rachel Green is an icon of self-actualization," I argued, nudging him with my elbow. "She went from
Kayla "Are you on the pill?" he asked, his voice low and raspy as he started to pull back, his breathing still heavy against my neck.I shook my head, my face flushed. "I... I stopped after..." I trailed off, the memory of my ex making my throat tight."Because of that idiot?" he asked, a dark groan vibrating in his chest. I simply nodded. He didn't say another word about it; he just pulled me into his arms, wrapping a discarded blanket around both of us as we settled onto the thick rug.We talked for a long time, then I looked up at his sharp jawline and whispered, "Do you cuddle all your girlfriends like this?"Damien looked down at me, his expression uncharacteristically soft. "I don't have girlfriends, Kayla. I just cuddle my wife."My heart nearly escaped from my chest at those words. ---The next few days were a blur. We got along better than we ever had. At some point, it felt like we were making dangerously like a real connection. We fucked in almost every room, from the ma
Kayla We laid down on the thick, designer rug with the bottle of wine. The glass pane in front of us made it feel like we were floating over the ocean. The wine was crisp, and the silence of the mountain was addictive. I could get used to this. "You know," I said, taking a long sip and looking around at the smoothed stone walls. "I still think the modern cave thing is just a way for you to avoid ever actually touching dirt. You're like a high-tech hermit."Damien chuckled, leaning back on one elbow. "I touched plenty of dirt getting you up that trail, Kayla. Give it a rest.""I'm just saying! Most people have a tent. You have recessed lighting and a wine fridge. It’s a bit much, don't you think? It’s very 'I have a yacht and I’m not afraid to use it' energy.""Is that so?" He turned his head, his dark eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "You’re yapping a lot for someone who was gasping for air twenty minutes ago.""I was experiencing the mountain," I teased, waving my glass. "And
Kayla I hurried into the elevator and pressed the button for the marketing floor. I needed to get away from the executive suite and just breathe. The air in Damien’s office had felt way too thin. When the doors opened, I spotted my friends Cameron and Joan. "Ohh," Cameron said, leaning back in h
Kayla "No sex," I said, my voice as firm as I could make it. Damien’s eyes widened just a tiny bit. He looked like he couldn't believe I was serious. "Kayla, we are going to be a married couple," he said, his voice dropping an octave. "You think people won't notice if we don't kiss or touch? If we
Kayla I barely slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the flickering candlelight of the restaurant or felt the phantom heat of Damien’s breath against my ear. By 6:00 AM, I’d had enough of tossing and turning. I texted Cherry, who lived directly above me. [Can I use your shower? My landl
Kayla Damien took a slow step toward me, his presence filling the entire kitchen. "You say we aren't compatible," he whispered, his eyes dark and focused. "But we have an intense chemistry, Kayla. You felt it the moment I walked into the office six months ago. We work well together because we balan







