GABRIELExclusive still had a reputation for interviewing well-known individuals, so I still had to make a positive appearance for my brand.“Exclusive is lucky to have the pleasure of having you here, Mr. Stark. First of all, thank you very much for inviting us here,” Carla began.I nodded. “You’re welcome. It’s my pleasure,” I answered.“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?”The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.”“Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis

AUDREYI untied the lacy ribbon but halted when I saw Gabriel cocked his head and tense up. His gaze instantly drove me crazy. I had spent a fantastic night and made love with a man already, but his stares could still make me edgy. Or perhaps, of course, I never stripped in front of a woman with my lover in the same room. I let the robe fall on the floor anyway, with my eyes still locked on Gabriel’s. My heart pounded in my chest, and his gaze did not waver enough to make my knees weak.Francesca instructed me to sit on the white sheets. She asked me to pose where my back was still visible and with my chest forward. She told me to let my arms loose so I wouldn’t block my torso and then oriented me to have one of my legs spread forward. I watched her set up her camera, asked her to stay still, and snapped a picture.I made a few different positions where some photos had my breasts exposed but made sure my private part downward wasn’t visible, and in some shots, she asked me to lie on m

AUDREY“I’m sorry, Audrey,” Charles apologized, his eyes concerned. “I’ll deal with you later, Charles,” I dismissed, and he excused himself, giving us a space to talk. I set my eyes on my annoyingly fine-looking father—or so I thought. He wasn’t my real dad, after all.And so much for a dying man. He didn’t look sick at all. Maybe Anton was lying to me back then, too. “So now tell me what you want to tell me because I won’t be staying here to mingle with you,” I went on.I couldn’t let Gabriel wait for me for long anyway, and I had to go back before he’d suspect anything. It’d be much better to tell him about Charles and Dad when I get back.“My darling girl, Audrey. You grew up into a fine young woman,” he praised, staring at my face and matching it with a fake smile. “You look very much like your mother!”“Quit the chit-chat and get to the point. Tell me about my mother because it’s the only reason I’m here anyway. Just so you know, I don’t care why you are here.”The father I’d

AUDREYFor the next few minutes, that seemed like forever, he was fucking me without stopping, and I didn’t know anymore how many times I came. He was hitting the very end of my womb and my sensitive spots. And the next thing, he brought me to the living room and found me on top of him, then I rocked against him. The sensation was too much. I was already losing control, and my legs were giving out.But as if he could feel my soreness, he rolled me over and sank into me from behind, and he just didn’t run out of energy. His tempo was speeding up in each round. I’d never felt so full and so damned well-fucked compared to our previous sex. Each time, he’d show me that there was always something more to do with making love. For the rest of the night, he bent me over, pinned me to the wall, and then finally, he brought me to his bedroom, and he slowed down. He brushed my cheek with his thumb and looked into my eyes intently. “I know this is not the good time to tell you this, but I mean

GABRIELA minute later, an email came to his phone. “It’s here,” Scott confirmed. “Where shall I send it?”“Send it to Audrey,” I instructed.He sighed. “Fine.” He pressed buttons on his phone screen. “Done.”Audrey picked up her phone and checked her email. “It’s here.”“Good.” Charles prompted. “How can I make sure you won’t do anything to it?”“I’m a businessman, Charles. I know what confidential means, but it’ll be used later if necessary. For investigation.”“Okay, fine!” he snapped. “Now, what are we saying?”“Very well.” I went to my desk, picked up my iPad, and showed him the tattoo he saw on his uncle’s back. “The Onyx Monkey. It’s the name of your father and Edward Hopkins’s illicit firm. I hired an outsider to join their club, and to get inside, you must have a, yes, a tattoo and a million-dollar entrance fee to become an official member.”“You really like spending, do you?” his statement sounded like a mock. “Yes, I do because I can,” I retorted. “Anyway, since I have th