“Well hello to you too, Knight. It’s so good of you to not ask how I am. Thank God, I’m used to your assholery,” Chelle drones in a sarcastic monotone, which waters down her usual Valley-girl accent. Usually, she acts and sounds as if she permanently lives on the set of Clueless.
With her long brown hair that’s always styled and the trendy, fashionable clothes she’s always in, she even looks like one of the main characters.
Thankfully, the voice and attitude don’t match her brain. She’s been my assistant since I started working at Grayson Inc. My grandfather allocated her to me because of her inept knowledge of the industry. He also thought I’d prefer working with someone closer to my age. She’s twenty-eight now, so only two years younger than me.
I’ve continued working with her over the years because of her ability to keep up with me. I also pay her enough to keep her lips sealed when it comes to the press.
That makes her the perfect candidate to assist me with Aurora, although, I haven’t given her all the specific details of my latest conquest. None of my staff are that trustworthy. They know my upcoming marriage is arranged, but as Chelle is doing all the paperwork, she knows a little more than that.
“It’s been a long-ass day,” I tell her, as she falls in step with me when I turn down the hallway.
I was hoping she’d be gone by the time I got home, but she’s still here.
I have another million things to do so I don’t need her updates. After meeting with my grandfather, I spent the day trying to organize the next few weeks, which includes a business trip to Europe that could span over a few weeks.
“Doesn’t mean you have to be rude,” Chelle scuffs, her heels clicking on the stone floor. “I thought you’d want to know how today went.”
“Go on, tell me.” I sigh.
She follows me outside on to the balcony overlooking the garden. I always walk this way when I get in so I can check on my dogs. I can’t see them, so they must be with Barry my caretaker.
“You’ll be pleased to hear you can cross off all the legal stuff. I’ve also pretty much organized the entire wedding.” There’s a smile in her voice although she’s not smiling. “You also don’t appear to have a gold-digger on your hands. Your wife-to-be told me she’ll sign whatever she’s required to for the prenup when the lawyers get here later. She was hardly interested in hearing the specifics.”
I expected no less from Aurora. Unlike most women I associate with, Aurora has never been interested in my net worth. She didn’t even know who I was when we met.
I’m not bigheaded enough to think that everyone should know me, but my yacht party last month was covered on all four corners of the globe.
“You sound disappointed.” I glance at her and try to assess her mood further. She looks less than impressed.
“I’m not disappointed, but if it were me, I’d at least want five percent of what you’re worth for spousal allowance and your black card to use whenever I want.”
“Money is the least of her worries, and she won’t need it while she’s married to me.”
“Lucky girl.” Her tone turns sour with hidden envy. Given our past, I won’t pretend not to know why. “I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day when I’d be planning your wedding. Not that it didn’t cross my mind. I suppose I thought you’d get someone else to do it. Even you can agree that it might be poor taste to have a former bed-friend organize your wedding.”
I give her a hard stare. Screwing around with Chelle was not one of my finest moments. Along with the constant stream of alcohol and fast women, both were demons that came with the black hole my life had become after Giselle’s death.
Giselle’s death.
Wow… those words in my head hurt a little less than they did five years ago. Therapists say that’s the first sign of healing.
“The past is the past.” That was supposed to be my response to Chelle’s comment, but it felt like it was more for me. “You work for me, so you will do whatever I need you to do.”
“I can think of a number of things you’ve needed me to do, but you haven’t asked.” Her voice is riddled with the seduction I’ve staved off since I broke things off with her.
Like every other woman I’ve been with, Chelle has been eager to get back in my bed, but I established a long time ago that mixing business and pleasure with her is like drinking acid, so I don’t have time for shit. She knows nothing will ever happen between us again, but the wedding has obviously rubbed her the wrong way.
I’m about to chastise her again, but my attention is instantly diverted to the platinum-haired beauty doing backstrokes in the pool across from us.
Like the goddess I’ve christened her to be, Aurora is swimming in my pool as effortlessly as if she were walking, her arms slicing through the water with the grace and poise of a prima ballerina.
On her body is a black bikini, hiding all the parts of her body that would bring a man to his knees to worship her.
My mind drifts as I watch her, and need and greed rush down to my dick.
I’m not even aware that I’ve stopped walking until Chelle nudges me.
“Well, well, this is very interesting indeed,” she coos. “Looks like somebody has your interest in more ways than one.”
“Chelle, unless you have something for me to sign or something business related to tell me, you can go.”
She laughs without humor. “It’s just fascinating to watch you watch her. I wonder if she’ll get to see all the wild, wicked things that live inside your head.”
“Maybe.”
Chelle looks out to the pool just as Aurora lifts herself out and gives us a better view of her body. The sun beams down on her golden legs I’d love to lick and highlights rounded breasts I’m dying to feast on. From here, I can just make out the outline of tight nipples pressing against the fabric of her bikini top.
This is the first time I’ve seen so much of her. She’s been fully clothed every other time. Now that I’ve finally seen what she’s been hiding away from me, I can state with absolute certainty, Aurora Wright could be on every cover of Sports Illustrated or in Playboy’s centerfold.
But I wouldn’t want her there. I’d want this vision of her to be for my eyes only.
Oblivious to my seedy stare, Aurora flashes her wet hair over her shoulder and makes her way over to the deck chair to grab a towel.
As if feeling our eyes on her, she looks right at us.
At me.
Her gaze switches from me to Chelle and darkens. It makes me wonder what sort of interaction the two must have had. Chelle takes pride in being a bitch, so I didn’t expect her to roll out the welcome mat. She wouldn’t do it for a client, let alone for a woman she’s fully aware I’m practically forcing to marry me.
“She’s too nice for someone like you.” Chelle’s whisper-soft voice breaks my stare. “Farm-girl nice and fairy-sweet. But that’s just my opinion.”
Chelle isn’t wrong, but I won’t tell her that.
“Chelle, I don’t want any problems from you. I have enough.”
“I can see that. So, I won’t add to it. Your pretty little mind can rest now, boss. See you tomorrow.”
She gives me one last smile, then floats away.
I return my focus to Aurora as she gathers some things she has laid out on the chair. There are a few books that look like reference books, a notebook, and some stationery.
With the towel wrapped around her bottom half and the bag slinked over her shoulder, she walks away, but unlike last night, she looks back.
I’m not sure what I see in her eyes; it’s a flicker of something that reflects the want I shouldn’t feel for a woman I’ve labeled as a business project.
I’ll be seeing her later. Maybe with the lawyers there, it will even out this tension between us.
Aurora walks through the door on the opposite side, and I continue to my office, hoping I can purge the goddess from my mind so I can work.
Aurora has been in my head all fucking day, and even though I can’t see her anymore, the image of her perfect body continues to harden my dick. I already know I’m going to have to take care of myself later if this continues.
The moment I step inside my office, my phone buzzes with a text.
I pull it from my jacket pocket and see the message is from Jericho.
I open it and read the contents. It says:
Found something interesting about your wifey you definitely should see. Go to your computer and click on the email I just sent you.
Aurora, aka Cordelia Harris, has one hell of a dirty mind.
Make sure you start with the last chapter of Girl. No.9.
You can thank me later. LOL
What the hell is Jericho talking about now? And what did he find?
Aurora, aka Cordelia Harris.
This is the kind of message I would give a hard pass. The last time Jericho sent me a message like this, I accidentally signed up to a year’s supply of Viagra.
I’m only checking this out because I want to see what he found out about my wife-to-be and what seems to be some kind of pseudonym.
I head to my desk and switch on the computer. As it’s set to open to my emails, I sit and open the message Jericho sent me.
I click on the link inside, and it takes me to the reader portal of Red Cat Publishing, a romance novel website.
On the home page is an announcement that Cordelia Harris published the latest chapter of her serial Girl No.9 five hours ago. The comments in the chat section are going crazy, filling up with one comment after another in just the mere seconds I’ve been on here.
Well, I’ll be damned. Looks like the goddess has a pen name and she does a little more with her writing talents than dream of working for a lifestyle magazine.
I click into her biography, which states:
Cordelia Harris is an erotic romance author who has penned ten erotic romance novels and twenty serials exclusive to Red Cat Publishing.
She enjoys writing dirty, forbidden fantasies best reserved for late nights. All are based on her own desires. Check out her stories to dive into her world.
I read it again, sucked in by the words dirty, forbidden fantasies that are all based on hers. Then I follow the prompt to check out her stories because I would love to see what my sweet goddess has created in her world.
Jericho said I should start with the last chapter of Girl No. 9, and from the buzz created by the readers, I wouldn’t dream of starting anywhere else.
I click into the story, scroll down to the last chapter, and I’m hooked from the first line.
Chapter seventeen
Laila
Javier sucks on my breasts until my nipples are raw.
I moan, filling the room with the wild sound of my pleasure and indulgence in this forbidden moment.
We both know we shouldn’t be doing this again, but that hasn’t stopped us.
Javier will always be my father’s enemy, and I will always be the daughter of the man his family forbade him to see. But our need for each other has surpassed everything that doesn’t exist in our world.
That need has driven us insane. That’s the only thing that would explain why we thought we should meet here tonight at the Dark Odyssey, a sex club. It’s the most taboo of all places, but also, a safe space where no one would ever find us.
So, here we are, in one of their fantasy rooms, consuming each other.
He kisses his way from my breasts to my neck, then up to my lips, where he devours me whole.
“Sit on my face, mi alma.” His Spanish accent sounds husky with lust. “Put your pussy on my face, so I can eat you out.”
“Wait, I want to suck your cock first.” My voice is strained, filled with all the fantasies I’ve had of this man.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He gives me a satisfied smile, which speaks of all the naughty things he wants to do to me, then he sets me down on the bed and stands so he can shove his pants down his waist.
His cock juts free, long, and massive. It’s all I can look at. This is the first time I’ve seen it. The first time we had sex was late at night in the back alley behind Dad’s restaurant.
The wait was worth it because he’s beautiful, and the sight of his huge cock, at least five inches long, is perfect. It’s the biggest I’ve seen, and I want him wherever he can slide into me.
“Get on your knees and let me fuck your face.”
I drop to my knees, doing what I’m told, and when I take his cock into my mouth, I feel glorious, so glorious, I start touching myself, rubbing my pussy while I suck him off.
There’s at least another three pages, but I stop reading for my own sanity.
Because fucking hell, does little Miss Wright have a wild kinky side. My fucking cock is so hard it’s pushing against my pants, aching for release.
It’s the kind of hard that needs to be emptied in a warm, hot mouth, or a slick, wet pussy.
Sorry, Chelle, it turns out you’re wrong.
Aurora Wright isn’t too nice for me. She’s not farm-girl sweet or fairy-nice.
There’s a seductress inside that good girl waiting to break free, and I’m the kind of guy who would love to corrupt her.
