The Deal Elle Kennedy Online Novels & Stories

Her auburn hair was coiled in a severe knot, but a few defiant strands had escaped, kissing the line of her jaw. “You wanted to see me, Alistair?” Her voice was calm, professional, but her eyes held a challenge. She never used “sir.” “Close the door, Elara.” He leaned back in his leather throne, steepling his fingers. “The Kensington deal.” “It’s on track. The papers are with legal.” “I’ve seen legal’s notes. They’re cautious. You, however, were not. Your direct negotiations with their CFO bypassed three layers of protocol.” His tone was a velvet-covered blade.

“And tell her what, Cassius? I know all about the contract. If you have a woman like me ready to marry you, why offer a maid a million dollars to date you?" “How the fuck do you know anything about that?” I was seething now. Who told her? “It doesn’t matter; all that matters is the little fine print about how she doesn’t get anything if you don’t go on all ten dates. That part was kind of strange to me.” Kennedy said, staying really calm. What the fuck was she playing at? “It’s none of your fucking business.” She shrugged, “it just seems odd. It kind of looks like you were planning to sleep with her and then not go through with the dates. I’m surprised you didn’t just offer her money to slee

I have too much on my plate to be distracted by a random employee. I walked into my office, slumped into my chair, and barely had a chance to exhale when my phone buzzed. The screen lit up Elijah Reyes, my late foster dad's lawyer. I answered. "Yes?" "Kieran," his steady voice came through, "we need to finalize the terms of Logan's will. There is one last property, a prime estate. That you can't access yet." I leaned back, finger tapping my desk. "And why is that?"

Devon: Jenna Harper, the CEO of Aurora Digital is seated opposite me, dressed in a tailored pant suit adorned in sophisticated jewelleries. We are discussing the clause for our new contract to be signed very soon; of course this contract signing plays a huge deal for me in securing the CEO position.

“Her condition is deteriorating, and it is only a matter of time before the buyers find out. I already checked on her about an hour ago. If we can get ahold of the second package, we should be able to use her as compensation.” Sir Lucille met his response with silence, pondering over his words. Kim shifted on his feet as he waited for him to say something. Sir Lucille had a reputation for being most dangerous when he was silent. Everyone knew that, and everyone avoided that. Finally, he spoke, putting Kim out of his uneasiness. “Put her info on the bidding website,” Sir Lucille instructed. “I'm sure bidders will start pouring in once they find out who she is.” Kim's small lips formed a proud

for the next few months. We’d keep the public facade flawless, keep Harrington convinced I was in a committed, drama-free relationship. And behind closed doors… we could have this. No strings attached. And when the deal ends… we’ll only move on and go our separate ways. A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts before the door pushed open. It was Caden. He walked in, completely unbothered, his usual casual stride carrying him straight to the chair in front of my desk.

Dealova had talent, was educated, and came from a wealthy family so that they would make the best match. Kenneth got into his car. He waited for Dealova to get in, but she stayed by the car for a few minutes. Kenneth lowered the windshield and looked at Dealova, who was still silent. "How long will you be there?" Kenneth got straight to the point. Dealova was wrong to expect Kenneth to treat her like a queen. Dealova's expectations were so high that even Kenneth did not open the car door for her. "How can I open the car door? My hands are full of shopping bags." Dealova quipped at Kenneth.

Kennedy chimed in to console her cousin. "The problem is, none of the candidates meet my criteria, Ken." Kennedy then snatched the photos from Darwin's hand. She looked at each of the girls who were potential wives for Randy. "I know her, her name is Alesa, the daughter of the owner of Bank Nobu. And this one is Tamara. Both are socialites, right?" Kennedy said, while scanning the figures in the photos she was looking at. "And the last one, Velia, the daughter of Mr. Hartono. Who is the last one? I've never met her and I have no idea," Kennedy said.

She left the sitting room. Xavier's pov MYy eyes caught a peach gown. It was beautiful. I'd like to buy it. For Michelle. I paid for the gown and met Mike talking to one his fans asking for his signature. "So, you finally got a girlfriend. I thought you liked Diana." Mike began. "Diana? Even if she's the last person on earth, the last girl, I'm not going to date her not to talk of marrying." I spat. "You really hate Diana so much." He answered and I nodded.

he hummed over the phone as his hands thrummed on the desk, and Brynn’s gaze that was filled with curiosity stayed on Killian until he ended the call, It was one of Deon’s men who had informed them about the party that was arranged for the richest, most powerful, and most influential people and Killian knew that Damon would be there, he could see the desperation and greed the day he met Damon and knew the gold crest wolf would do anything to get that deal,