Midnight Rendezvous: Enchanted By My Bossy Ex Novels & Stories

I already had enough problems overflowing my plate, I wasn't going to add another one. Between my father’s ultimatum, Silas showing up at the game, and Xavier’s increasingly unhinged behavior, my subconscious was probably having a breakdown and causing these equally crazy dreams. I had less than seventy days before my father dragged me back to become Mrs. Silas Alaric. I’d started counting down without meaning to, the number sitting in my brain like a countdown timer I couldn’t turn off. This morning, I got another text from Silas. A photo of a wedding venue, all white flowers and crystal chandeliers. Beautiful and suffocating.

RICARDO “Boss, you called for me?” Enzo asked, stepping into my bedroom. “Did something go wrong with the deal?” I scoffed “Do I only call you when something is off?” I asked him with surprise on my face as he took a seat. Enzo shrugged with a light chuckle “Not really. I was pulling your legs. What’s up?” “I need you to go and get Kayla from the club. She closes around 3 am so pick her up and bring her here” I instructed, ignoring the frown on his face and the way he clenched his fists immediately.

I can’t believe I’m spending the evening with another family that falls for the Christmas shenanigans. I hear footsteps coming, so I straighten out my spine and put on a smile to appear friendly. The door opens, and my smile falters, because there’s no way on earth that my client for the evening happens to be the same man whose print is still between my thighs as I spent the entire day thinking about. It’s Horace. Before I can open my desert dry mouth to speak, he asks. “Stalking me so quickly, are you?”

If this is the mate bond shouldn’t I feel it when I touch him too? The song comes to an end and the minute he stops touching me the tingles disappear. “Until midnight,” he whispers in my ear as he kisses my cheek. “What’s a midnight?” “A surprise,” he replies. I watch him walk away, confused. Why wait until midnight to give me a surprise? He looks back and winks at me before disappearing into the crowd.

“I love watching them fight over you.” “You're terrible,” I say, but my face feels hot. Gideon steps forward as the song ends. The quiet Alpha, who doesn't speak, takes my hand as we move across the floor. Then, he slips a note into my palm. In the note, he wrote, “At Midnight, meet me at the Sterling Ravine and come alone. So many things you need to know.” Before I can ask questions, the giant chandelier above us explodes. Broken glass bites my cheeks. Light bulbs rain down.

The bedding in my cart required the least amount of thought whether it would match my bedroom with its muted neutral colors and barely noticeable wavy stitched pattern. I’m not in the mood for any of this shit. Shopping after experiencing such a stressful and emotionally draining ordeal is utterly miserable. As much as I want to get out of this store, I find myself dilly-dallying around, not at all ready to go home either. *** A raspy male voice peels me away from my thoughts, announcing to the passengers over the PA system the current ETA to Thompson Island where I'll be meeting Kyra to give her Draco. Gathering my backpack and carrier containing a now snoring Draco inside, I prepare to exi

I slide in and make myself comfortable, crossing my legs as he walks back around to the driver’s seat. “Thought so,” I say, settling back. “Drive.” The engine turns over. And for the first time all day, I feel awake. *** And somehow, this is how I end up in Vixen’s Kiss—the most infamous club in the country—and discover that my psychotic suitor is just as obscenely rich as he is dangerous. I glance back at Tail Number Three. Marek. Unlucky bastard. He’s the one I caught tonight, and he very clearly does not like me. I almost snort. The feeling’s mutual. I’m not exactly thrilled about being shadowed like a lost wallet and reported back to his deranged boss.

“Bella—” But Isabella just sipped her coffee, savoring the bitter heat. “Nothing. Just admiring the breakfast Elena graciously made.” The silence was heavier than the breakfast that morning. They chewed, each bite sounding loud. Trying to cut through it, Elena asked brightly, “So, Bella… how’s work? Vincent Sinclair, is he a good boss?” Isabella almost choked on her toast. Vincent Sinclair. Boss. Right. She almost forgot. And the first thing her mind went to was flashes of that night, the weight of his hands, the warmth of his breath—

All my shoots and movies have been put on hold. One evening, I was going through the files over again. But, just as I was about to give up, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. As I stepped out to get mail that was sent to me from work, I noticed a small piece of paper, taped to the mailbox. It read; meet me at the City's old park at midnight - J My heart racing, I realized that this could be the break we needed. Who was J? And what did they want?

Zen said calmly and carefully as he knew his boss's niece is not someone anyone could trifle with "Hmph, learn your places, cross my path again, and I'll gladly make you disappear," He coldly stated and went to Dr. Zen's side. "I'm sorry about this incident," Dr. Zen said calmly as he noticed his boss's niece started walking away. "Dr. Zen, who is that guy? How can he waltz in here?" An employee asked curiously "He is the boss's niece," Dr. Zen said while looking at Midnight's figure fading away towards the shadow. "He's Midnight Hidalgo," said Dr. Zithea, who appeared out of nowhere. To be continued