All Chapters of Wrong Intentions: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

EverettI am heading up to my brother’s office on the top floor. I came reluctantly because he had paperwork for me to review. We get along fine, but we aren’t as close as most brothers are. Most of our dealings with each other revolve around business. His wife and three children keep him very busy. Hugo and I couldn’t be more different. Business and money are the only common ground we have. He disapproves of my lifestyle choices. It doesn’t matter to me what he thinks. I am who I am.Stepping out of the elevator, I make a beeline for his office. I ignore the eyes on me and the women whispering and giggling. I consistently have an impact on women, but none of them interests me. If I used one of my brother’s employees as my toy, he would be furious.He is seated at his desk, speaking on the phone. I walk straight in and impatiently wait for him to get off the call. I can’t wait around for him all day. I have my own responsibilities to attend to. I tap my foot on the floor while crossin

EverettI’m outside Aubrey’s apartment, waiting to catch her before she leaves for work. If I attempted to get in, she would deny me access. I was furious after leaving her house last night. I discovered methods to overcome it. My mood greatly improved after having a few drinks and engaging in a sexual encounter with a stranger. She is mistaken if she believes last night was the end of it. I dislike being denied what I desire. She wants me to, but because of my brother, she is too worried to be honest.I stand against my car, two coffees in hand. I haven’t been here long. I assume it is this time she leaves to get to work. My gaze remains fixed on her building. Within moments, the entrance door opens, and she emerges. She begins walking in the opposite direction, completely unaware of my presence. Doesn’t she have a car?I smirk and pull myself from the car, heading towards her. I stand in her way, blocking her path.“Good morning, beautiful.”She jumps, finally looking up, “Everett,

EverettI arrive outside Aubrey’s home. Although she said she wouldn’t, I’m sure she’ll answer the door. I have brought ingredients with me to make salmon linguine. I parked and walked up the street to her building. Luckily, as I arrive, someone is already heading on. I slip in behind them. That worked well because if I had to buzz up. Aubrey might not even let me into the building.I don’t think there’s anything wrong with us having dinner together. My brother doesn’t need to know. Aubrey is overreacting to the whole situation. I knocked insistently on her apartment door. I pause, and when she doesn’t reply, I try again, more loudly. She will answer if she doesn’t want her neighbours to start complaining about all of the noise. After three attempts, the door opened to reveal an angry Aubrey glaring at me.“Why can’t you take no for an answer? You shouldn’t be here.”I shrug. “I don’t follow the rules, baby girl,” I smirk.“You aren’t leaving, are you?” she scoffs, rolling her eyes.

EverettWaking up, Aubrey and I were in a different sleeping position than when we had fallen asleep. Her back is to my front, and her body is curled tightly into the curves of mine. My arm is draped over her.Under different circumstances, I would have vanished overnight. I always do after I get what I need, but I didn’t get what I needed with Aubrey. Not yet, anyway. Aubrey shifts slightly. As she does, her ass brushes right against my morning excitement. A loud groan escapes me at the contact. My sensitivity and arousal levels are usually heightened in the morning.Aubrey’s unexpected giggle startles me. “Sorry.”I don’t hear much remorse in her voice.“I don’t think you are sorry,” I reply.Another laugh escapes her lips. She appears quite playful in the mornings. In a flash, my big hand encircled her delicate wrists. I use them to pull her close to me, bringing her face to face with me. She gasps and isn’t laughing any longer. Nerves have taken its place. Aubrey keeps her eyes lo