The episode went by with the man scuffling away as soon as Reid lets go off of his arm.
"Hope you're not hurt?" He asks as me soon as he straightens up. He adjusts the scruff of his shirt, revealing even more skin underneath as the bare flesh glimmers under the colored lights. He looks ravishing, as handsome as—
"No, thank you sir."
He raises one eyebrow. "I am Reid. Reid Flanagan... You are?"
"Oh sorry. I am Raees Graham, lovely to meet you. Thank you so much for saving me from that bully."
"It's fine. Looks like your date is running late."
The brain seems to work faster than my heart because the words out of my mouth are not reflexive. "I'm not expecting anyone, I just got out of a bad breakup, we met here so I was just letting go of the memories we shared."
Reid seems to buy it because he nods softly. "Well, the end of old relationships are the start of new ones. Would you like to have a drink with me tonight?"
Whew, looks like he fell for it. Anything to keep him busy tonight.
"I won't mind. Moreover, I can't say no to the man who just rescued me."
He chuckles and takes my forearms in his and walks me into a more secluded part of the bar, the lighting here is much dimmer and no one in the main bar will be able to see or hear what's happening here.
Exactly what I need, to get out of the eyes of everyone in the bar so I can freely dive into my mission.
"Could you please give me a minute to postpone my meeting?"
"Sure. I'll be right here." Like the perfect gentleman, he pulls back the chair for me before heading away, leaving behind a glass of wine with two glasses on the table.
Am I really seducing him because he seems so into me? He literally just entered the bar and I am already sitting with him.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. All of this is for Daniel, my husband and his trillion dollar deal. As I wait, I begin to review my seduction class tips. Flutter your lashes, play with your hair, show some collarbone skin, and laugh cutely at every joke—
"Am I interrupting something?" His rich, deep voice interrupts and I open my eyes immediately.
"Oh, not at all. Please have your seat."
I look behind him and see the mini entourage he had come in with, all stand up and head for the exit, leaving the bar with him behind.
"I hope the meeting wasn't an important one?"
Reid chuckles. "Important or not, it's up to me. I couldn't possibly leave you hanging there after some douche bag has tried to take advantage of you already."
For some reason, my cheeks feel warm and I feel comfortable. I'm not sure seductresses, good ones, should feel this comfortable talking to the one they are supposed to be seducing.
I cross my legs under the table, push my chest upwards and sit straight in the chair, pushing my twin mounds further than it usually goes and I like the way the crooks of his lips go up slightly as he glanced down at my breasts.
Something is working at least.
"So, Mr. Reid, you sound like an important person. It takes authority to be able to postpone an already planned meeting like that. What do you do?"
He takes a beat to respond, pouring wine into both glasses and setting one in front of me. It seems more like a romantic dinner not the random meeting in the bar it's supposed to be.
"I am start-up owner. Might not even call it a start-up now, it's more like a company already. Let's just say I am a CEO."
"Wow. You sound humble." I find myself commenting, drinking from the wine glass, while looking at him above the rim of the glass.
He smiles, swirling the wine around. "Something about you is mesmerizing and for a while now, I haven't had something so good messing with my head. Would you mind continuing this discussion in my room? I have a room here for the night if you don't mind."
I blush a deep pink... He called me mesmerizing, something good, I sound like delicious food, and I don't mind. "Oh, no, I don't mind at all. I prefer private and quiet places anyway, and thanks to you, I have forgotten my ex already."
An hour of thirteen is gone already.
Twelve hours to go… And we are moving to his room already. He looks like he’ll be a gentleman, fine by me, and if not, who knows? It’s all for Daniel anyway.
"Behind you then."
We both head to the elevator and while it moves down soundlessly, I feel the effects of the vodka I had earlier coming to play. I shake my head subtly to clear it of any tipsiness.
The elevator stops on the thirteenth floor.
Penthouse rooms.
He walks ahead this time and opens the room door for me while I go in first, he comes in behind and closes the door behind me.
"Have you had dinner?"
"No, I haven't."
"Okay, I'll call for room service then."
While he goes ahead to do that, I look around the suite a little bit. It's much roomier and better than mine on the seventh floor.
"I ordered for rigatoni pasta some side dishes if you don't mind."
I simply nod, I have not been minding a lot of things since I met him.
And now under the white light of the room, I see just handsome this man really is. His black shirt has the first two buttons undone, the muscles in his chest obvious to any watching eyes like mine, his sleeves are rolled up and his arms, strong as they look, are enticing to touch.
Up to his face, his lips look to die for, just the perfect amount of thinly thick and those eyes...
The ones staring into mine right now.
His hands suddenly reach out for my waist and he pulls me into his body in one fluid pull, there is no resisting this firm grip he has on my waist.
"The way you stare at me makes some places rise that should not be rising. You're attractive, the way you look at me, slowly and almost seductively makes me want to kiss you. And these lips of yours..." His finger stroke from the middle of my nose down to my lips, softly parting them as his fingers go down in a line, staying longer on the lower lip.
I can't deny that I am attracted to him either and now I am not a married woman but a seductress and I should act like one.
"It's totally mutual Reid. You're even more attractive." I press slightly on his chest, my eyes tilted up so if he wants, he can look right down to the middle of my chest.
I should not be doing this...
"Keep him company till ten am..." That's all. Not physical company, well, maybe physical but not to this extent. How the heck did we get here? “I really want to get to know—“
"I'm going to kiss you."
No.
"Yes please." I respond breathily, my lips puckering as he bends down subtly to take my lips in his. He kisses so good that before I know it, I am arching in his arms, kissing him back, my front body pressed against his.
Oh how good it feels to be touched, to be wanted by a man.
His arms freely roam my body and mine does too, as my fingers rove through his hair, messing them around as I moan into his kiss and lean into his body, not wanting the moment to end.
He takes his lips down from my lips, slowly down till he gets to my neck and begins to kiss, lick and suck on my sensitive skin, my eyes rolling into my head at the pleasure I'm feeling all at the moment.
"You did not seduce me, I seduced you." He whispers against my neck, the warm breath almost making me ignore those words.
"Yes, you sedu..." Wait what?!
I pull back my neck, breathing heavily while my lips throb with wanting to go back to kissing him but did I mishear?
His arms are still firmly wrapped around my waist to keep me in place. "You heard me. Raees is not a common name. It's the kind that sticks, especially when it belongs to the wife of the cousin you never really liked, especially if it belongs to the woman who I thought to be untouchable. You walked into my hands yourself, do not regret it, at least not yet."
He knows who I am... He knows everything and how I am here to seduce him.
He looks right into my eyes, an evil grin forming. "You walked right into my nest ma'am, I am not letting go."
And with that, his lips crash once again into mine and the gentleness is gone.
The van rattled over and over on uneven ground, every bump jostling Cecelia’s limp body against the cold metal floor. She hasn’t stirred since the blow to her neck, the same one that knocked her unconscious. Her head lolled repeatedly and awkwardly to the side, a faint purple bruise already purpling at her jawline.The ride seems endless as the van drove through the city. The city’s glow faded into long, empty stretches of road, and then even that gave way to silence as they drove outside the residential areas. There is absolutely no traffic here, no streetlights, only the occasional flash of headlights from distant trucks. They drove for what feel like hours, until the tires crunched over gravel and the engine finally groan to a stop.“Get her out,” came the voice from the front. The voice belonging to that one man that is the master mind behind the kidnap and everything that's going wrong for Cecelia.Two of the men slide the doors open, the cool night air flooding in. Together, t
Cecelia stretches with a long sigh as she closes the last file on her desk with a soft thud, the bright light casting long shadows behind the office chair as she stretches. Hours of combing through ledgers and account books has left her eyes heavy, but her mind is sharper than it has been in weeks. She finally has something concrete, a pattern in all of the account books and ledgers and a lead worth pursuing.It isn’t victory yet that she should be very happy about, but it is progress. And progress at this start of her career was enough. She sighs again as she sits up straight, finishing her work..She closes pages and open tabs, shuts down her computer, gathers her handbag into her hand, and slips into her long trench coat. The building is quiet now, most of the staff gone, including Rina who had to leave a little bit extra early due to some personal emergency, the distant hum of the air conditioners are the only sound in the halls. With a soft exhale, Cecelia turns off her offic
The scrape of metal against metal jolted Daniel awake. The warehouse door was pulled open, spilling a stripe of light across the concrete floor. He didn’t even bother shielding his eyes anymore. He knew the routine, and now, he's already very bored of it, and it's been starting to show vividly in their very random conversations.Footsteps full the air as the man walks steady and unhurried. Then the tray in his hands. Always a tray, sometimes filled with pastries, sometimes bread, sometimes even fruit. Today it smelled like coffee, and that's a new one.“You’re spoiling me,” Daniel muttered, sitting up and rubbing his wrists where the zip ties used to bite. They’d stopped restraining him days ago. Why? Because they knew he wasn’t running. He wasn’t that stupid, at least it's not yet time to run.The man set the tray down, straightened his jacket, and finally sat across from him like this was just two colleagues on a break. No mask or anything on his face, no attempt at hiding. Just
The glow of Reid’s laptop cast shadows across the living room. It was quiet, almost eerily so, except for the faint hum of the laptops connected to the TV to watch videos, and the soft shuffle of paper as they combed through old articles and videos from that night.They, thankfully have figured out most of the issues that had happened that day but now they want to know the after. What had happened after the incident?Raees scrolled idly through another YouTube rabbit hole on her tablet, lips pressed in a thin line. “Half of these are blurry uploads from ancient camcorders. What exactly are we hoping to find anymore?”“Anything the official story tried to bury,” Reid muttered without looking up, his focus narrowed on an old PDF clipping of a news column.She gave a small sigh, about to scroll past another video, until her finger froze mid-air. Something about the timestamp and the headline. Her voice stuttered. “Wait. I think I might have found something important."R
Holland’s hands shook as he gripped the edge of the folder. “You’re asking me to sign away my life’s work! You are my brother, do you have to make your point so cruelly?”“I’m not asking of you,” Rowland snapped, his voice cracking like a whip, all the meaningless laughter gone from his face. “I’m telling you. You want your precious wife back? Then prove you love her more than you love your damned empire. Sign it, and it will all end like it never happened.”Holland’s throat tightened. Images of Shauna, pale and crying behind the iron bars, rushed at him. The headlines, the whispers, the media they will never be able to prove otherwise to. His chest ached so fiercely he could hardly breathe.He closed his eyes.His pride screamed at him to fight, to tear the contract apart and spit in Rowland’s face. But ir will only worsen the situation, his pride wouldn’t get Shauna home. Pride wouldn’t stop her from rotting away in a cell that she had been forced into based on false accusations, an
Holland Flanagan had never known desperation quite like this.Not when a deal fell through, not when the market had once turned against him, not even when Reid was born prematurely and spent weeks in the incubator. But standing in the grim corridor of the police headquarters, knowing his wife sat behind iron bars on charges she did not deserve, something she did not do, desperation had become his second skin.For hours and hours, he had tried to call in favors with people and contacts he’d once had in law enforcement, men and women who had eaten at his table, drunk his wine, toasted to his success with laughter, they had come to cookouts and barbecues and flaunted their places where they could just say a simple word and a whole scheme will fall apart.But, unfortunately, one by one, the calls to them went unanswered. The few who picked up gave short, cutting responses such as.“There’s nothing I can do, Holland.”“It’s completely above me, I am sorry this is happening.”“You don’t wan