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Disoriented, he stumbled backward, clutching his head in pain, before ending up on his knees, desperately trying to shake off the dizziness that had overtaken him."Seriously, I'm not gonna say it again. Where. Is. The. Woman?" I growled, my impatience evident in my tone.The man struggled to regain his composure, his eyes darting around the dimly lit warehouse as he desperately tried to gather his thoughts."She's... gone," he finally stammered out, his voice shaky. "Hernandez's men took her. We were just following orders."I clenched my fists in frustration, the anger inside me burning like wildfire. My attention shifted to the woman, and I carefully studied her features. She matched the description Adam had given me."Don't even think about making a move, or I won't hesitate to shoot you," I warned, my voice dripping with ice. I tightened my grip on the woman's hair, causing her to groan in pain. It was time to get some answers.The woman winced as the pressure on her hair increase
The events of that week had left a mark on her, one that I knew she couldn't easily shake. The danger, the fear, and the uncertainty opened her eyes to the dangers that arose from her involvement with Hernandez. Hernandez and his team were given a second opportunity, on the condition that his establishment would not exploit individuals of any gender or age. Rick decided that Hernandez would be a valuable connection and serve as an example to others who may opt for change instead of death."So what should I call you? Ethan or Arden?" she asked, tapping her fingers on my bare chest. I shared everything about myself and answered all her questions."Arden, that is how you know me," I told her. I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she traced her fingers lightly across my chest. Did this woman have any idea that such a simple touch stirred my cock under my sweatpants?"Arden," she repeated."That's the name that holds my true identity. Ethan is just another mask I wear to protect mysel
CARISSAShifting nervously on my feet, I couldn't help but feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach as I prepared myself to meet the man himself. The guards at the gate had allowed me in, and now I stood outside his door, feeling anxious. Who wouldn't be nervous? Daxon Cervantes was inside this house! And according to his mother, he wasn't thrilled about welcoming any visitors, and was not at all pleased to welcome me in his house!But the amount of money this job offered was too good to refuse. I was amazed when Mrs. Cervantes deposited half the amount into my account. It was an answered prayer, and once I succeeded in helping her son reclaim his life, she would deposit the remaining balance.But what was the job exactly?Mrs. Cervantes approached me a week ago, saying her son needed someone to watch over him. Babysitting, she called it. Who was she kidding? Her son was the heir to the Cervantes Empire. And me? A babysitter? She might as well hire a hostess for him.However
DAX"Where are we going?" Her round amethyst eyes held a suspicious glint as she got inside the car. I had simply told her to be ready, and she had swiftly changed into jeans and a loose shirt. Her straight caramel-brown hair was unstyled, cascading freely over her shoulders. This woman exuded simplicity, and it didn't sit well with me.Don't compare, Dax. Ignoring her question, I pulled out of the driveway. She crossed her arms, her expression grim, her plump lips set into a thin line. As we drove through the city, her gaze flickered between the passing scenery and me. I could see the questions above her head. Part of me wanted to offer an explanation, but this was her job, wasn't it?"So, do you make it a habit of dragging people into your spontaneous adventures?" she asked, her tone mocking."When she's paid to do it, then yes."She rolled her eyes, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed. "Paid or not, I still deserve to know what I'm getting into."After two weeks of living with thi
CARISSA"Why would you do that?" I shot him a disbelief look. "That photo they snapped as I hopped out of the car earlier makes it look like I'm some kind of accomplice in your breakup drama."My blood was boiling, and I couldn't hide my anger. That photo angle was way too cozy for comfort, and it was messing with his already complicated situation.I let my frustration bubble up. Seriously, what was he thinking? The media and all those folks who had no clue who I was would probably think I had something to do with his epic breakup with his ex. I mean, come on!"You can always go back. Pack your things and go home. End of the story." He said, watching me with a bored look on his face.His dismissive tone fueled my frustration even more. Did he really think he could just brush off the whole thing with a casual "end of the story"?"You know what, Mr. Cervantes?" I shot back at him, however, my tone controlled. "I can't just pack up and go home. And if you think it's the end of the story,
I had initially considered slamming the door shut with a thunderous sound, but I managed to restrain myself and closed it with relative quietness. As I did, I couldn't forget the smug expression on Jade's face when Daxton casually mentioned he had already ordered food for tonight.I left them in the living room and turned back to my room, where I felt a strong urge to stomp my feet in annoyance."They can eat together, preferably after eating each other's faces because that's clearly what the woman wants," I muttered under my breath as I stewed in my irritation.Why are so irritated?asked the woman in my head."Why?" I scoffed aloud as I turned on the water in the tub to make it warm. "I plan to ask him about his whole plan in this messed-up situation he's trying to fabricate."A voice inside my head piped up,"You sure you're not just a tad bit jealous?""Jealous?" I thought with a smirk as I removed all my clothing and searched for the shaving cream. "Why on earth would I be jealous,
"What do you want to talk about?" He put down the book he was reading and eyed me, his eyes lingering on my hips as if checking if I were okay. Deep in those eyes, I could see something I couldn't make out. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from me and returning it to the book on his lap. "I want to make a proposal, Carissa." He patted the space next to him. "Sit." I hesitated for a moment, then decided to oblige, taking a seat beside him on the vintage couch. The proximity was uncomfortably strange for me. Strange because it was making me hot especially what had just happened in my room. He'd seen everything!"What proposal?" I asked, curious. He paused for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. "If you've seen online, and I think you have," he began, his eyes intense, "people are curious about us. They've painted a certain picture, and I think it's time we take control of that narrative."I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.Dax's lips curled into a
The surgery had gone well, and my father was resting peacefully. The beeping of the monitoring equipment was the only noise I could hear in the quiet room.I sat by my father's bedside, my fingers gently intertwined with his. I watched his chest rise and fall with each steady breath, a small smile of gratitude tugging at the corners of my lips. It was a moment I had feared might never come, and yet, here we were.A nurse entered the room, checking the monitors and assessing my father's condition. She offered me a reassuring smile. "He's doing great. The surgery was a success. He'll need some time to recover, but he's on the right track."Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. "Thank you. Thank you so much."The nurse patted my shoulder gently before leaving the room.I felt a profound sense of gratitude, not only for the medical team who had saved my father's life but also for Daxton. After I said yes to his proposal, he quickly arranged everything. And