Todos os capítulos de One Night With The Kingpin CEO: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

[Charlotte] Andy never knew when to shut up. Not when we were dating, not after we were married, and certainly not after we started our divorce. He loves arguing and hates being told what to do, especially by people in positions of authority. I could guess after some complex reasoning, such as his need to be seen and heard, or his desire based on some misguided childhood, but my theory is that his inability to stop talking has more to do with him being a narcissistic asshole. And while having these qualities makes him an excellent salesman, they are terrible personality traits to have when dealing with officers of the law. So following his instincts, Andy didn’t stop talking as the police asked him to step out of the car. His entitled belief in his privilege being strong, he didn't see any reason why he should do what these armed people, with badges and the full authority of the state of California, wanted him to do. Nor did he stop talking when the police slammed him against h

[Charlotte] “Sorry to interrupt, Sir, but…” “Then don’t,” Micah growled, a vein pulsing near his left temple, his hand almost crushing the small velvet box he was trying to present to me. He places the box down gently on the table behind me as he turns slowly to stare at the crew member standing a few feet away. “The Captain insisted," His voice is shaking, as he stands up straighter, trying to not look frightened of the imposing man before him. "He said to tell you Code Orange.” Micah looks over at me and places a sad kiss on my hand before nodding to the crew member and tapping the table. “Sorry, cher, but I…” “What's happening?" I ask Micah as he pulls me carefully out of my chair and nods to the crew who quickly cart the chairs, table, and flowers away, leaving behind no trace that we were there. “What’s a Code Orange?” I try again as he leads me to a set of stairs heading down below decks. He ignores my question. I don't know if it is intentional, or if he is just so foc

[Micah]Clutching her necklace part of me wants to crush it between my fingers or fling it out into the sea. She isn’t lying, but she isn’t being completely truthful either.She betrayed me. The woman I finally thought I could love completely and without reservation She agreed to do as I asked and then went against it. She spied on me and listened to what I was saying with a rival. Did she do this for the reasons she stated, because she felt so powerless? Or is there another more sinister reason? Is she working with Andy and playing me for a fool? She went against my wishes, which is bad enough, but the reason she gave, that it was all because she felt curious and powerless and wanted to listen to my conversation…doesn’t feel like her. At least, not the version of her I have grown to love and care for. Has she been lying to me this whole time? Was she placed before me by Andy and McAllister just to test me, to get me to fall for her? Did they plan this out first, using her as a d

[Charlotte] "So you WANT us to be seen?" I ask again. "WHY? I mean, as far as Andy knows, I'm stuck in jail just like him. The last thing he saw was me being carted away in the back of a police cruiser." "Oh, I had him released as soon as you stepped onto my boat," Micah waves his hand in the air as if it is nothing, that he can just make people appear or disappear from jail without any real effort. But I guess when you are a billionaire kingpin, almost anything is possible. "He's been home now for over an hour. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to call you yet." I look down at my phone and see that he did indeed call. 12 times. He also texted several messages that get increasingly sour, angry, and agitated as they progress. Old me would have been shaking with fear at how I disappointed my husband, and I've never been more glad to be free of his thrall. Based on the tone, he thinks I'm either dead or ignoring him, which is about the same as being dead in his book. Dear God, he is anno

[Charlotte] A proper proposal. That is what I had asked for earlier today when he made his joke proposal. I had only been kidding, at least mostly. But this is no joke. This powerful, proud, incredible man is kneeling before me with his heart on his sleeve and a ring in his hand. This is a serious proposal. "Micah..." I am speechless. My hands are shaking as I bend down to place my hands on either side of his face. Leaning forward, I kiss him sweetly, feeling his lips curl into a smile as I lean my forehead against his and reply, "Yes." He kisses me deeply as he pulls us both to our feet, his arms wrapping around me as the small box presses into my back. He breaks our kiss just long enough to put the ring on my finger before he kisses me again, pulling me up into his arms, my feet dangling above the ground. "You are mine," he laughs as he scoops me up and walks us both to the panic room. "What about dinner," I moan as we walk right past the beautifully arranged meal. "I was loo