Naked The Blackstone Affair Novels & Stories

More formal. "Emergency club meeting was called. Vote was unanimous. You are expelled from Blackridge Riders. Membership revoked. All association severed. We cannot afford to be connected to you anymore. Cannot afford to look like we believe your conspiracy theories. Cannot afford to face federal charges for following someone who is either delusional or deliberately criminal." The words hit harder than any physical blow. "Rebecca, you know the truth. You know Project Blackstone is real—" "I know what I heard in that clubhouse. But everyone else knows what they see on the news. Sees recordings that make you look insane. Sees federal evidence that contradicts everything you claimed. Sees eight

Reese said, gently holding my arm. "Don't make things difficult for her. Lucy is probably eager to leave," Erica's friend chimed in, her voice laced with sarcasm. Sensing the tension, Reese released his grip. "My necklace is missing. I've searched everywhere and can't find it. Could I check your suitcase?" Erica asked, her voice tinged with accusation. "That necklace is a top-tier diamond—auction-grade, worth millions. If someone thought they could just walk off with it..." Erica's mother added, her voice sharp.

It's Jonathan Whitfield, the head of Blackstone Capital. Aspen's eyes sharpened. "Just as I suspected." Riley handed the document to Aspen. "This is Zac's confession, along with the police's preliminary investigation report on Jonathan." Aspen took the file and skimmed through it quickly. In Zac's confession, he described in detail how he'd made contact with Jonathan and how he'd followed Jonathan's instructions to launch a series of attacks against Nicholls Group. After Riley left, Aspen leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let her thoughts wander. She picked up her phone and called Aren.

Maybe he never really was. Kade stepped closer to me, his presence solid, grounding. But his following words were blistering. “If you do this, Blackstone,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “you’re calling for war.” Blackstone rolled his eyes—fucking rolled his eyes. “All these theatrics aren’t necessary, Alpha Nightshade.” I had to brace a hand on Kade’s chest to stop him from ripping the Mayor of New York City’s head off. I was angry, too, but I didn’t have the luxury of rage right now. Rage wouldn’t fix this.

His face strained with stress. “Morning,” I said lightly. “Mm.” His answer was clipped, without warmth. I slipped into my robe and moved closer. “Something wrong?” He dropped the tablet on the bed, and my eyes fell on the screen. Headlines blared across it: The Billionaire Step-brothers—Hartwell vs. Blackthorne. A photo from last night froze mid-frame, Adrian holding a glass high in toast while Paul and I stood beside him in the light, caught too still, too uncomfortable.

"Before what? Before we fight back? Before we show the world what happens when someone tries to destroy a Van Alston company?" "The attacks are too coordinated," Catherine said. "Too powerful. Blackstone has resources we can't match." "Does he?" I pulled out my phone and called Sarah. "Sarah, put the Blackstone financial analysis on the main screen." The large monitor at the end of the boardroom flickered to life, showing spreadsheets and financial projections that told the story I'd been piecing together for days. "Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "meet the real Marcus Blackstone. Not the successful businessman he pretends to be, but a fraud whose entire empire is built on debt and stolen ass

“OH MY GOD.” “Yeah. Mr. Bryce Dunkel never showed his face again at the Red & Black, and I pretty much decided after that I was never going to fuckin’ talk to a member of the press, ever.” “Until now.” “Until now.” We just stood there in the shower, the steam rising around us – me standing there with a digital recorder in hand, him standing there naked, soap and water streaming down his perfect body and his long, thick, gorgeous cock – And then, as I realized I was staring at it, it began to get erect again.

He downed the rest of the whiskey in one smooth motion, setting the glass down with a soft clink. **** Jasmine sat at the small round table in her apartment, the business card still clutched in her hand. The elegant lettering read, Chadwick Blackstone, CEO of Blackstone Enterprises. A name so powerful it sent ripples through the city’s elite. She stared at it, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She had just signed a deal with the devil himself. The offer was clear. Pretend to be his fiancée, and in return, her mother would receive the best medical care money could buy. No strings attached, he had said. But Jasmine knew better. Nothing in this world came without strings. Especial

I just knew I loved him deeply. We sat together on the couch, and Nate began flipping through channels. Suddenly, Margaret's voice stopped him. "Wait, Nate. Go back to that news channel." The anchor's voice filled the room. "Amidst plummeting stock rates and bankruptcy, Vanderbilt Holdings is facing yet another scandal. Robert Stone, acting Chairman of the Board, has been accused of having an affair with a vulnerable young lady, Emily Griffin." I jumped on my seat as I heard the sound of plates breaking in the nearby kitchen. I turned around and saw Rob walk into the living room, his face as white as snow, staring hard at the television.

“I’m in Vegas. Do I know what time it is in New York? Yes, of course I do – it’s time to shut the fuck up and listen carefully. “Neil, there’s a massive sex scandal that’s going to break tonight, and you’re going to want the star player on the show tomorrow. There’s a billionaire with his pants down, blackmail’s involved, and there will be lots and lots of pictures of boobies, which I know is right up your alley.”