Valerie’s POVMy phone rings, waking me up from sleep. It's barely 7 in the morning. I lazily roll over to the side and manage to pick up my phone. Oddly, it's an unknown caller.At 7:!15 AM. For a good five seconds, I just stare at the phone, not sure if to pick it up. The sound of water sputtering comes from the bathroom as Baron is taking a shower.Reluctantly, I pick up the phone. “Mrs. Valerie Carter,” an advanced male voice speaks up. “Good morning.”I roll my eyes and start guessing who it could be. The stress causes the ache at the back of my head to return, pounding with force. “This is Mr. Jethro Torres, your family’s legal representative. I apologize for calling so early, I just flew into town.” He introduces himself with a rushed tone, sensing he’s being a bore right now. I just hum, I have only met him once, where he announced my dad had willed seventy percent of the company to Veronica and thirty percent to me with a small amount in my savings. After that, he disappe
Miss Veronica Smith’s POV“Your time is up.” My tone is flat, eyes red with pain and anger as I stare at Glynn, the nonchalant man who broke me. Once, I was too naive to believe him… And now, I can't tell why it's hard to move on.Why I still feel the rage I thought I had long buried.Why I want to slam his head on the damn table and knock off his smug smile while yelling out my pain. “You’ve said that a thousand times,” he keeps that naughty smirk I desperately want to slap off. “Still, you remain. Why?” The grim note beneath his tone, acting like he knows me too well. Sadly, maybe he does... maybe I let him read me so easily like an easily accessible book. I swallow and remain still. My hands are shaky and if I move it’ll be too obvious. So I let it lean on my thighs, beneath the table. It's hard to control the tiny acts of my body. His eyes are on me, reading me too hard that I want to fold. My brain runs through a few lines, hoping to find the perfect lie.“Because it concer
Baron’s POVLike a little slut, Valerie slides down my body, her plump breasts in the loose fabric sweeping down my frame, from my chest to my protruding knees on the chair…Then she kneels, right in front of me. Her slightly thick frame in surrender, with her big breasts pushing up so hard that the pink area of her nipples grazes the start of the dress. She looks edible. I shut my eyes, blocking the urge to pin her to my table and eat her whole, have my tongue run every single inch of her delicious skin. But no, I don't deserve that pleasure. Not yet.In love with the very sight of her, I'm unable to keep my eyes shut. Now, she kneels upright, with her hands reaching out to my zipper.“What are you doing?” “Shhh,” a finger crosses to her full yummy lips as she shuts me up. I sigh, ball my hands in fists, and let her do her little thing. Heaven help me I don't act on my aroused emotions. “I need my love relaxed.” She murmurs and pulls down the zipper. Her big greedy eyes follo
Baron’s POV9 PMI sneak into my study like a ghost, avoiding Valerie and my scattered reality. The door clicks shut. I walk in the completely dark room, already acquainted with the place, and settle in my king-sized chair. The smell of sex and bloody promises is thick in the air like it happened yesterday. Her soft cry and moans while I part her legs and thrusts… while I pumped in my hips and my seeds… While I enjoyed the same filth that has come to bite me in the ass.“Oh, god.” I sigh and stretch my long legs.My pressure ball is just by my right. I pick it up and squeeze so hard, dumping my frustration on it, but not even the hard pressing can save me. I feel my veins stiffen with each clasp. I feel the angry energy flow to the surface. Nothing is working.‘Baron Carter isn't just a renowned tycoon in business but in family affairs…’‘… Two sisters give birth to heirs for the same man. Are they cursed or is it an insane addiction?…’‘… Who gets to be the real Carter’s next of
Baron’s POVThirty Minutes Earlier.“We may have a problem, sir,” Jax’s voice is low on the other end of the phone. “Miss Veronica is out on a date with a mystery man, Dr. Glynn.”What. The. Actual. Heck?!The ease with which I pull away from the group of Pete and his friend sharing wine over an investigation. This is the kind of information anyone in their shoes will ou to have but I can't risk it.“Sir?” Jax calls out when I don't say anything. “Code red and I’ll wait till…”“Be quiet and only do what I say.” I sigh and walk down to the terrace. I feel Pete’s eyes on me, demanding. But I ignore him.“Go on,” I say as soon as I'm good spot. “Someone sent her a package. And she left, dressed for dinner.” My fingers dig into my hair and I grab a handful as if itching my scalp. I can't get that she went to see Glynn. Fake enough, Glynn is not the killer, but isn't he an enemy?“What are they doing right now?” My voice lowers. “I didn't follow her but I planted a bug on her.” This t
Miss Veronica’s POV“Stay away from my son!” I yell in terror, frightened to my bones. My spontaneous reflex makes me grab my son and clutch him to my bosom. His cold marshmallow melting on my body isn't so freezing or nasty anymore. All that matters is the safety of my child. ‘He knows about my little boy?! Of course, the world knows about him, but not his name… and age! I've been discreet with his identity. How then did he know?!’“Mummy, my arm.” He tries to pull away from me. “Argh! Mum, you're hurting me!” His tiny voice grows louder and disrupts my scary thoughts and he’s still trying to break free from my grip.“Handwriting doesn't hurt, mum.” He groans and eventually pulls away when my grip loosens. To further prove his point, he reaches to swipe at it, shows me his little fingers, and grins. But the letters are on the other end, so nothing wipes off. Still, he feels victorious for proving a point. “See?” He giggles. “I'm not bleeding. Don't be scared, okay?” I nod. “I'