[Micah] "Did you just touch my girl?" The guard raised his hands above his head. "No harm meant man, no harm.." He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. In a flash of red, anger takes over my body and I look down to see his sniveling form bent beneath me, my leather-clad foot crushing his windpipe.  "Woah whoa, Kane," Jimmy comes forward, bending down next to the prone man crying on the floor as I grind my foot into his neck. "I'm sure it was an accident, right Tommy," he nods his head and the young man begins coughing, unable to speak. "He's my sister's boy, Kane. I promised her I'd bring him back in one piece." "That's a shame," Is all I say before pulling a switchblade out of my belt. I grin as I begin sawing off his offending hand. Charlotte looks away, unable to watch as the man, barely more than a boy, screams with each stab of the knife. The knife isn't strong enough to cut the bone, so I work on detaching most of the flesh b

[Charlotte]“Oh, Shit!” I jump back into the car. Micah looks stunned as I ram into him like a linebacker pushing us both back into the car. Closing the door behind me, I point at the couple standing by the door. Micah takes one look at my face and starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?" I huff, blowing a bang out of my eyes. I’m supposed to be at home sick, remember? If Andy sees me…”“He isn’t going to recognize you. Do you know why I had Violeta work her magic on you?” He asks. “I wanted you all to myself tonight. I wanted to make you so unrecognizable that even your husband wouldn’t recognize you, or his photographer. I wanted to give Andy fuel to use against me to sway you.” I almost started laughing at myself. “You planned this!” Shaking my head with much longer hair than I normally have, I almost start hitting him in frustration. “All of it,” he admits, smirking. “I was planning on taking you out tonight anyway until Andy..." he doesn't finish his sentence but I know he is thi

[Charlotte] "So we need these reports scanned and sent to accounts receivable by the end of the day," McKaine had sent me to collect files from Andy to give me a chance to speak with him alone. Maven is having another "sick day" which means she won't be around to distract while I make myself available for him to approach and tempt with his plan to take down McKaine. Maven has been out sick a lot lately. There have been some office rumors that she was suffering morning sickness and even an office pool going around as to who got her pregnant, McKaine or Andy. I highly doubt that someone like Maven would let herself become pregnant, even if it was to trap someone into doing something that she wanted them to do. She'd never "wreck" her body that way. She's far too vain. The more likely reason, I think, was the unfortunate encounter outside of Club Diablo where Micah/Kane not only dumped her but publically shamed her and banned her and Andy from the club. That must have been a big hit to

[Charlotte] “Micah, what if someone hears,” I try to push him away as he pins me to the wall of his office, the one not visible to the big windows. He has become a lot less careful in recent days and I'm worried he'll ruin our plan if he lets himself get too distracted. We've both worked too hard to let it fall apart because of a little slip-up. “Someone could walk in…” “I locked the doors, remember,” he kisses my neck, “And what are they going to do if they find out? Fire you? I’m the boss, remember? I own this building and this company and if I want to ravish you in the corners of my office, that's exactly what I intend to do.” “But what if Andy sees?” I argue, trying weakly to push him away. I don’t want him to stop at all, but I’m also aware that we need to keep up appearances of being strictly professional. I’m still a married woman after all. “Didn’t he hire you to seduce me?” He bites the hollow between my neck and shoulder. “Didn’t he want you to distract me enough to stea

[Charlotte]“I like this color on you, Charlie,” Andy announces. I have to pretend to care about his opinion, so I smile and force myself to blush by thinking of Micah’s chiseled abs. "Thank you," I smile. It's a bit ironic that he likes this dress considering that: #1 it is a turtleneck to cover the hickey that Micah gave me and#2--it's black. The color of funerals and widows.Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. I paired this dress, which is fairly short rising to mid-thigh, with a pair of over-the-knee boots. The dress hugged my body, but with the boots, only about two inches of skin was showing, and those two inches were covered with nylons.You'd think that Micah would have been pleased with the outfit, considering how much of me it covered. But he wasn't. When I video-called him earlier tonight to give him a little tease as he watched me get dressed, He liked the part where I put on my stockings one leg at a time and zipped my boots up slowly. But when I wiggl