Carter Slade Novels & Stories

I notice that both of my knees are scraped and bloody as I tug at my dress, trying to make myself somewhat presentable again. “Young Leone,” Mr. Carter calls out from the top of the hill. He’s changed into a purple silk robe and is sipping a bottle of beer. “To what do I owe the honor of this unexpected visit?” Cade walks the dogs back up the hill as a couple of security guards close in behind Mr. Carter, hands placed uneasily on the guns in their holsters. “You can tell your boys to relax, Walt. I’m unarmed,” Cade assures them as he hands over the leashes.

Anderson finishing tuning and rock’s out. “Killer,” I throw up my hands in a rock out pose and I headbang to his beat making everyone laugh. Everly joins my headbang and Anderson plays it up. His hair makes so much sense as he bangs with us, playing a metal riff. “Enough rockstar, it’s my damn turn,” Carter balls up some paper and throws it at Anderson’s head. Carter got a new skateboard and air brush paints. He look up at his Dad and I, then nodded his head in appricatation. He is not one to show off.

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

God, I’m an idiot. -------- As I enter the band room, I walk past Carter and a group of his friends. He is so freaking hot. The height of 90s fashion with his short, dark russet hair gelled to the side, a white “A”-shirt under an unbuttoned blue and white checked shirt and JNCO jeans. He’s tall, 6 feet. Making him 6 inches taller than me. Carter is lean, with a muscular build from track and tennis. His slate gray eyes shine as he laughs at a joke that Patrick (dickhead) made. I can smell his cologne as I start to pass the group to get to the instrument room. *Fuuu-uuuck* this guy just did it for me.

Carter. No one transgresses an Adair.

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“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Strange enough Slade and I could still speak to one another in our minds, our link remained as strong as ever. “Take care of yourself,” Carter said as he climbed back in the car. “Thanks, Carter,” I said. Slade didn’t say anything to Carter, but the look in his eyes told me that nothing good would come of it. Slade was a different breed of wolf. His world consisted of being loyal to me and nothing else mattered to him. Slade and I walked into the airport and stood in front of the multiple ticket counters. I was thinking of where we should go because we really were on our own now and we could go wherever we wanted. I had no plans to go to Alaska, even if I had family there.