All Chapters of TAMING MR. WHITMORE: THE CEO FROM HELL.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

HARPER'S POV:I did it.I finally stopped being the responsible one. For twenty-one years, I'd lived by rules, obligations, and sacrifices. Las Vegas had exactly seven days to convince me I didn't have to.I came here with one goal: to make the worst decision of my life and not regret a single second of it.Hopefully, my little sister never found out what that decision was. She'd either faint... or kill me herself."WE'RE GRADUATES, BITCHES! WOOHOO!" Nivea exclaimed.I flinched, quickly looking around to see if anyone was staring at us as we walked into the hotel lobby. Thankfully, everyone was far more engrossed in the affairs of their lives than to pay attention to loud fresh-out-of college partiers, making a fool of ourselves.A bride-to-be in a glittering sash stumbled past with half a dozen equally loud bridesmaids, while an Elvis impersonator posed for photos beneath a chandelier.Still, I elbowed my friend and hissed, "would you tone it down? We haven't even started drinking."

HARPER'S POV: I wasn't sure why I couldn't look away from him. Even when our eyes locked, I should've looked away but I kept gawking. Arriving at the pool with my girls, I scanned around just to take in the environment. I wasn't at that point thinking to meet the potential "target" to get the job done. There he was. Easily the best-looking man by the pool. I didn't know why my attention kept returning to him. It was ridiculous. And a little exciting. Relaxing on a lounge chair, his ripped, Hercules-like body on full display, he looked like he had been perfectly moulded in a laboratory, every inch of him meticulously crafted and meant for one purpose, seduction. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, I could tell he was staring right back at me. Why couldn't I look away? “Harper? You good?” Mila suddenly asked, turning to look at me. I blinked and finally managed to jerk my gaze away from the sexy mountain of a man, but it was a little too late. While Nivea and Oasis were busy s

HARPER'S POV: Before I could completely spiral and freak out, he grinned and nodded. "Yeah. I'm all right with that." A wave of relief washed over me. I smiled, and Hudson cupped the back of my head, gently drawing me to him. When our lips first met, I gasped, parting mine in return. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I completely melted against him. He started slow and gentle. His first kiss was like a tasting, a sampling, before quickly growing more demanding and insistent. His control slipped as his tongue tangled with mine. His moans mixed with my whimpers, causing a fire to burn within me. He moved his hands to my waist and gripped me tighter as our kiss became more frenzied. That fire within me exploded. I felt a tingling low in my belly. Suddenly, Hudson scooped me up into his arms. I let out a yelp of surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck. "What are you doing?" Breathless, I asked. "There's a spot just up ahead," he said as he began walking. "It's hi

HUDSON'S POV:Since meeting Madison, life hadn't been the same. Even though it had only been a few days, I honestly felt like I'd known her all my life. She had been the most exciting addition to my life in a long time. Every waking moment beside her felt like a gift.There was something pure about her, something beyond the fact that I'd been her first, that silenced every other chaotic part of my life. When I was with her, I almost didn't want the day to end. Somehow, the hours flew by whenever I was around her.She was interesting. Easy to talk to. Relaxing to be around. Very intelligent. And funny. I wanted to be near her all the time. Even when I had work to focus on, I hated being away from her even for a moment. I'd never found anyone so irresistible, and I couldn't explain why she affected me differently from every other woman I'd been with.By the third day, Owen had started grumbling whenever I told him I had plans with Madison, reminding me of all the talk I'd done about thi

HUDSON'S POVI was still lost in her eyes, her lashes fluttering with that innocence I'd stolen — still not completely lost — when I heard a woman yelling, "HARPER SULLIVAN!" at our table.Madison froze. She went as pale as someone who'd seen a ghost. But then she recovered, not sparing a glance in the woman's direction. I turned to see an older woman, along with her husband, approaching our table.I didn't let go of Madison as they reached us. "Look at you," the woman said cutely, reaching for a hug, but Madison withdrew. "You've grown."At Madison's cold, unreceptive welcome, the woman took a step back."Ma'am, I think you have me mistaken for someone.""No — I swear you look like—""Ma'am, please, leave. You're interrupting a private dinner," Madison snapped. It was the first time I'd ever seen her hostile toward anyone. Not even three days ago when a boy kicked a ball at her while we were walking on the beach. She'd always been so sweet, tender, and kind. Almost like she never got