All Chapters of BAD REPUTATION : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Stefan's pulse jumped. He stared at the words, reading them again and again as something cold and sharp coiled in his stomach.There was no name or signature and Stefan felt jealousy and anger rush to the surface. Thankful for you? Who the hell was this person and why were they so thankful for the mother of his child that they had to send her that? Was Alana dating someone? She'd told him that she wasn't. Had she lied to him? His jaw tightened. He looked at the flowers again — the perfect arrangement, the card, the deliberate tone. Whoever sent them wasn’t guessing. They knew her. Familiar with her. How familiar was she with this person? Fighting the urge to destroy the damn things and throw them in the trash, he walked out of the kitchen, not wanting to look any longer, just in time for him to hear the distant sound of tires crunching on the driveway cut through his thoughts.Alana was home. ________Stefan crossed to the window, shifting the curtain just enough to see outside.

He turned to look at her, Juliana still in his arms, “I didn't see why,” he retorted, “Last time I was here you made it clear you weren't obligated to tell me anything and that I had no right to tell you what to do. I see no reason why I can't apply the same rule,” Alana's arched eyebrow lifted higher, her expression incredulous, and Stefan, angry as he was at her, didn’t think she’d ever looked so fierce, or so desirable. The fierceness was new, as was the crackling energy. She hadn’t been this fierce months ago. She hadn’t burned with this intensity, either. Becoming a mother had changed her. He liked it. He liked her on fire. But then, he’d always loved a good fight, and she was itching for a fight now.Temper flashed in her eyes, “That was a different situation, Stefan and you know it,” she told him, “As for your sudden decision to postpone going back to your work and staying in town, you have an agenda—that’s clear enough—but it’s not my agenda. So do as you wish, but keep in mi

Stefan straightened and moved closer, closing the gap between them. It only took the first step and he saw the flicker in her eyes and the bite of teeth into her soft lower lip.He grinned inwardly as he moved to stand behind her, then placed his hands under her elbows, bringing her to her feet, unreasonably pleased when she didn’t resist. He kicked the chair out of the way and spun her around to face him, trapping her between himself and the table.He noticed her quick breath, her lips parted, and he nearly reached out to rub them, wanting to feel her skin, wanting to make her his again.She didn’t belong with anyone else, he told himself again. She was his woman. There was no other way to think of her. No way he could ever think of her. She was his. Only his.Her gaze searched his face. Looking for what? His surrender? If he had any sense, he'd kiss her. Take her to bed, make love to her till she swore off every other man. Lust flared at the thought, and her eyes widened as if she h

The Maynard Group's annual gala glittered beneath a canopy of chandeliers, the ballroom transformed into a shimmering sea of champagne light and quiet luxury. Waiters glided between guests with trays of crystal flutes and delicate hors d’oeuvres, the air rich with laughter, perfume, and soft piano music.Stefan had concluded from his almost two weeks of being CEO that he preferred being in the background, so he'd let Emily handle most of the speeches, only backing her up when necessary. She was much better at him than this anyway, he told himself as he got introduced to guest after guest. This whole thing would be so damn easier if the woman who was one of the reasons why he'd taken this damn job was defying him right now. Right in the same damn room. Stefan stood near the marble bar, tuxedo crisp, bow tie perfectly knotted, his dark hair slicked back just enough to look dangerous. The black fabric molded to his shoulders and chest, emphasizing the lean strength beneath. He had one

“No,” she retorted.His hand slid down to cover her belly. “And this, this is mine.”“No” she answered again, tensing as he leisurely stroked her hip, then boldly put his hand between her legs, touching her intimately, possessively, his palm covering the apex of her thighs.Stefan leaned closer still, his mouth near her ear. His deep voice rumbled suggestively through her. “And this is mine, most definitely all mine. Mine to do with as I please. However I please.”The heat of his hand against the warm core of her sent shock waves through her. Her legs trembled. “No.”But he didn’t remove his hand. He pressed his palm up, rocking the pad of his palm against her softness, against the growing dampness, rocking against the sensitive, small ridge where every nerve ending seemed to ache. “Say what you want, but I know you, Alana. You're angry at me because I was a dick, but you want me. I know how to pleasure you.”“Stefan…” she said breathlessly, aware of his body covering hers, pinning he