MasukSeleneRowan lifts me as be turns me towards the counter. The coolness against my skin is nothing to the heat radiating between us. Between my legs I’m soaking wet. I want him. I need him. Every inch of him. Watching him stand there like a damn romance cover bad boy when I entered the penthouse made my brain scramble. I forgot what I planned to say. How I would say it from practicing in the car. How I was to have the upper hand and control the situation. Inviting him to the shower was not part of the plan. Watching him think it was an invitation had me needing a cool shower. This man was intoxicating and I was addicted to him. No matter the voice he used. My body belonged to him. He gripped my hair as his tongue slurped along my neck. My nipples pebble from our contact. He grips my hips pulling me to the edge of the counter. Lining his rock-hard cock up with my wet opening an
RowanRaul messaged me on the way home. They were returning. Even with her being mad at me she was still sticking to the rules per our contract that we had to remain under the same roof. She was adamant about us getting the ownership of both offices. She more than anything deserved it. God, I didn’t know how excited I was to see her until the elevator doors opened. There she stood. Her hair in a messy bun. A sweatshirt and joggers from Samira because this wasn’t her style. This was couture and my wife was every day attire. She didn’t like spending money. I had to get use to a woman who didn’t want to buy out the entire store. Selene was a lot of things that I had to get used to. But I wanted to have it all in my life. Having her around made me a better person and I knew I could not breathe without her. Gurtie told me so over and over during our dinner together. “Hello Selene. Welcome home.” I tell her as I st
SeleneI wake up throughout the night and I am sick from the liquor. Rowan had some tea brought over along with some chicken noodle soup and crackers from Gurtie. She attached a note is Russian roughly translated to: Mishka, this man is crazy without you. I know you are as stubborn as the day is long But I need you to make sure you are okay. I do miss you running the house. So, hurry back. -GurtieI couldn’t help but smile when I read this. Yes of course, I miss him but I am so freaking mad at him also. I can’t hide out here for too long. I accept that. I will have to get myself together. The guards are downstairs sleeping on the couches because of me. They said they have slept in much worst conditions. All of the guys have some branch of milita
RowanThe sun is starting to set and my friends have finally drunk all my expensive liquor. Gave me hell for my situation and left. I do appreciate the few gems of wisdom though. Mainly they told me to keep trying no matter what. No matter how much she fights me. Now angry she is. Keep trying. “Look I’m going to say something that would normally come from my brother. So, listen well as I say this. Its obvious you love her. So, fight for her. Make sure she knows without a doubt where your heart is and where your loyalty lies. Let her know when she is mad at you that you will bend over backwards to give her the world. To be her peace. She knows it deep down but she is scared. And after the history you two have had since meeting, then the secret Dom and Sub. Plus, the marriage of convenience. I mean it’s a lot to take in. All that plus the crazy stalkers that you two have been dealing with. But what I do know is that you make her happy and I have
SeleneYou never know who is against you until you tell an embarrassing story and they are laughing at you. But claiming to laugh with you. I am looking at my safe place as Samira and Ivy both laugh as though it literally hurts. Charlie is still trying to hold it together as Raul gives him the look of death. “I am really hurt you guys.” I feign pained. “I’m just trying to picture Rowan dumping you at the penthouse to race off to a really cool gay drag queen club.” Ivy laughs. “Damn it stop! I have to pee!” Samira doubles over as she rolls over the back of the couch and runs for her bathroom. He knees pressed together as she does the pee-pee run. I continue to drink my wine and smirk at my weird family. Then the smile sneaks onto my face as I hear Raul choke on his water. I raise an eyebrow as everyone calms down. I decide to stick my straw in Samira’s bottle while she is away and take a quick gulp. Then place it back just as she returns. “Okay, I’m better now. Let’
SeleneI make it to Samira’s place. Which is seriously like my second home. The car pulls up as Samira and Ivy open the front doors to her brownstone looking at me in concern. I step out of the car as the men file out behind me. I exhale with four damn body guards trailing. It’s not that they are here to protect me. I appreciate that. It’s the fact that they will be reporting back to my asshole of a husband who can do an American accent bloody well. I instantly feel a tension headache forming as I walk up the stairs. “Wait, all of them girl? It looks like we are about to have one hell of an orgy.” Samira jokes. If only she new how close she was to the accuracy of that. I give her a smirk and start digging through my purse for some migraine meds. It will be one of those nights. I can feel it. “Yeah, they need to come inside. But we can leave them on the main floor if you want.: I tell her with exhaustion kicking in. “Damn, you look bad, come on in.” Ivy tells me giving m
RowanTalking to Mr. Feathering I am so drawn to the conversation going on next to me. I want to rescue her from these vultures but I need to let her fight her own battles. “Yes Mr. Feathering, we can work on a new ad for the summer items. Not a problem.” I pull out my phone and message my per
RowanI run at full speed down the street. I keep the van in my eyesight. As I turn the corner to keep up on foot pushing myself. The burning in my chest makes me feel like I am on fire. Then my driver William pulls up slamming on the breaks. I hop inside and he floors it. I also see a security det
SeleneIt has been a few weeks since the first note. Luckily there was an image on camera of a man entering my office but I did not recognize him. Rowan had him found and brought before us. “Who are you and why did you leave that envelope for my wife?” He asks and I swear if I wasn’t present,
SeleneI scan around the room trying to figure out where I am. How long have I been unconscious? I’m not sure. But Cordell seems well rested. Or maybe he seems more high-strung. I feel like I don’t even know him anymore to figure out which version of him this is. “Cordell. What do you mean you







