Shawn thought he had never accomplished something that meant as much to him as his company, yet looking at his Las Vegas wife and thinking about her working with him in the mansion starting on Monday would either be eventful or dreadful. He got to where he could make out the form of the mountain above them and smirked. He rushed up the hillside of the window, keeping a distant view of the road and his car shadows, as a smile formed on his lips as he realised that there were tendrils of smoke curling from the distant lodge. The moonless skies were a bit brighter, with so many stars appearing and storms slowly disappearing. He poked the sleeping form of Catherine. "Miss Brown?" he demanded loudly. She rolled over and yawned. "What? Is it morning already?" "Nope!" She groaned, "Then why the hell did you wake me up?" "I'm bored," he winked, and he smirked at her before saying that it was quite possibly the most beautiful shock he had ever seen. He awakened her to have some food. He fo

Catherine couldn't help but moan. She knew she was playing with fire now, and it was obvious enough to get burned by his wonderful, warm touch. She felt warm fingertips start to massage the base of her skull and warm breath on the nape of her neck. She shuddered in anticipation. She felt her nipples harden against the fabric of his soft cotton shirt and felt a gentle heat sweep through her. She wasn't confident if the heat she was feeling was all from the fire or from his breath. He kneaded her shoulders and back, avoiding the sore spot. She felt the heat of his fingers through the fabric. He toiled with her tired muscles. After what seemed like an eternity of warming her neck, he went back to massaging her shoulder. It was then that he really noticed that she was sitting against his chest and that there was a bulge in his trousers. He didn't even realise until he looked down that her hands were resting on his thighs. The throb and longing from their amazing sexual encounter two years

When eight o'clock came, fully dressed in jeans and a simple blouse, Catherine was now fully awake, feeling a little crappy, exhausted, and restless. She was suddenly apprehensive about seeing Shawn today. However, she planned to go to work as usual in order to try and gather information about what the company was doing amid the lockdown. Obviously, the meeting would be online, and yet, here, she was not even sure how to start her day. But what does that mean for the vigorous issues between Shawn and her, anyway? What are they? Of course they were civil to each other, but she knew it was more than that. She had no clue, and by the time she dragged herself out of bed, she heard Eddie call out her name from the door. "Miss Catherine, um, sir, Mr. Richmond is waiting." "Thank you, Eddie," she shouted back. She hastily got herself together, hand-combed her hair, threw on some makeup, tied her hair in a loose ponytail, and raced down the stairs." "More coffee, Miss?" "Yes, thanks, Ed

At ten o'clock the next morning, Catherine was awakened and ushered by Eddie to the living room, where she asked for a small breakfast. Arriving in the grand living room, Catherine Brown, soon to be Catherine Richmond, was one of those obnoxiously attractive women who turned every head when she walked into a room. She had curly, glossy blonde hair, bottomless, deep cobalt eyes, and a perfect body that showed no signs of stress as she sauntered down the stairs. If they didn’t know her, they probably hated her. Or, at the very least, die of jealousy. And not only was she remarkable, but she was about to get married to one of the richest men in London. Jane thought that some people were just born lucky. "Oh, Catherine, what the hell happened to your eyes? You look dead. Where is the makeup artist? Cover that eye-bag girl." "They are on the way. I'm too tired and hungry to wait. I could use a fucking sandwich now," she replied as she yawned and looked around. "Here, girly, take this coo

Thirty minutes later, Shawn shook his head, trying to forget what Dave said before he went to the door. He decided to evaluate the reception at the ballroom instead. There was, at least, a bartender in the mini-bar behind the pink and white garland-covered area. He thought that the more he needed to have another drink, the more confused he got. Looking at the grandeur of the reception, he sighed and signalled a drink to the bartender. He sat at the white table and looked at the expensive flowers and sweet-scented candles. The bartender glanced up at him, then went back to his duties after giving him his drink and continuing his conversation with the man in a dark suit sitting on a stool at the minibar, drinking. Shawn saw no waitress. Everyone was busy in the reception main ballroom, but obviously someone had waited on the men in the booth, so he figured the waitress would be right back or the bartender would double and wait tables too. He looked up as someone cleared their throat n