Aiden’s jaw was dropped. His tongue was tied and he had no idea of what to tell Riley. Apparently, someone— most likely thirsty news reporters, had taken a picture of Katherine and Aiden while they were in the restaurant. The person had struck gold by getting a nice shot of the moment Katherine had leaned over and kissed Aiden on his lips. And the picture is now circulating the Internet! Definitely confirming the previous news broadcast. And not only had Riley come across that photo, she had also seen Aiden alight from her limousine and she most likely must’ve seen Katherine lay a kiss on Aiden’s lips because the window had been wined down! Aiden sees that he had been busted and he couldn’t deny it any longer. He had to come clean at this point. “See Riley, I have something to tell you.” “Keep it to yourself, Aiden!” Riley spat angrily. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit lies. In fact, I’m tired of you and your nuisance. I want out!” Riley added, her voice was soaring heights. A
Kiera had always known her father was a complete asshole, but he had taken it a notch higher when he fixed his marriage to his mistress, Elaine, on the same day as his wife’s funeral. Kiera’s eyes had gone hollow from non–stop crying and had dark circles underneath. The day of the funeral unfortunately had to be the hottest day in July, yet Kiera chose to maintain her favorite type of outfit, pantsuits. A black pantsuit this time, so she could blend in. Her already grouched mood worsened after one of her aunts had scolded her for deeming it fit to wear a net camisole which bared a fair amount of cleavage to her own mother’s funeral. When it was time for Kiera to read her eulogy, she refused to allow any tears to be released unto her cheeks. But everyone else’s was the opposite; songs and hymns that were supposed to take three minutes extended to ten because of the interrupting lamentations and cries. Her mother was loved by all— except her asshole of a husband who was busy gettin
Aiden was confused and felt embarrassed in regards to the stunt Hope had just pulled off. He knew Katherine would be feeling embarrassed too for what his daughter had just said. Quite frankly, Katherine was more angered than embarrassed; she was angry about what Hope had said. With Hope’s apathy towards she and her father’s marriage, a huge obstructions would me made in her carefully cultivated plans. She was fighting the urge to let the displeased scowl that threatened to show, express on her face. It would hurt Aiden. “I’m really, really sorry Katherine. I’ll go and talk to her right now.” Aiden pleased with Katherine and dashed out after Hope. He found her by one of the entrance pillars, leaned and crouched by it and she sobbed gently. Aiden was moved by his daughter’s tears. He never wanted to see her cry, ever. And he would do everything within his power to prevent it. But now that it was because of a woman who ensured her life and his life, this was going to be a difficult thi
Aiden was feeling guilty leaving Hope with strangers he knew nothing about. It might be a gamble and he might be endangering her life but he had no other option. He couldn’t drag the already hungry and tired girl about while he sought for money. He hated himself for allowing his daughter sleep with an empty stomach. He made a resolve to never allow it happen again. After wandering about for a while, Aiden came across a nightclub. It looked classy, and he was sure the attendees of the club were all rich and elegant men and women. Luckily for him, he was still in one of the expensive suits Katherine had gotten for him…-:-“Nicholas Moore has been kidnapped.” Thelma repeated to Melissa. Melissa had heard her the first time when she said it, but needed her to repeat it so she would know what she was hearing was true and not a dream. She took a moment to digest the disheveling news thrown at her. It didn’t help matters that she was in a club— a public place, and she had to keep herself
Aiden froze at the spot, thinking of what next to do and what to say to defend himself, obviously he had been caught red handed. “I— I uhm—” He stuttered for words. His lack of speech and confidence was already a dead giveaway that he was guilty. He couldn’t even construct a simple sentence because he was afraid. What would this rich woman do to him? “I’m talking to you, barman. I saw you trying to mix the whisky I ordered with coke. Do you think I can’t handle more alcohol? What right do you have to go that when I didn’t ask for it?” It was then Aiden realized that the woman’s attention wasn’t on him, but was directed at the batman behind him who was adding coke to her whisky to saturate it. The woman didn’t care about Aiden’s presence. She hadn’t caught him with her purse because she was more focused on the bar man. Aiden heaved a sigh of relief and felt his heart start functioning properly again. “I’m sorry ma’am.” The bar man kept the coke aside and passed the whiskey to the la
Hello Everyone. If you're reading this, you might've noticed that it seems like Chapter 18 & 19 (The Breakthrough and Thirty Five Million Dollars) are repeating.Well, I had decided to add some more content to Chapter 18— The Breakthrough, and it hasn't been approved by my editor yet since Saturday and the added words are pivotal to the storyline so I can't just upload the next chapter because there would be a confusing gab between the two. So while it's still under review, I decided to upload Chapter 19— Thirty Five Million Dollars which has the original content of 18 which has been read by most, and then the added content I had imputed but yet to be approved. So all you have to do when you open Chapter 19 is to scroll down to the point where Chapter 18 had stopped, and then continue from there to read the added content. Then afterwards you can continue the book from Chapter 20 which will be the next upload after this author's note. thank you :)
The electrifying kiss lingered and Aiden enjoyed the tingy champagne taste of her mouth. She was wearing a glittery–red mini dress and it rode up, and he could feel her pressed against his jeans. He let out a raspy groan when she began to hump him, circling around his bulge. She took advantage of the pause and smashed her lips back unto his with double force, parting his lips to meet with his needy tongue. Their tongues clashed and heightened the sensuality of their kiss. Aiden found himself sliding her panties to the side and he ran his fingers over her throbbing wetness and she moaned against his lips at the meeting of his cold fingers with her skin. Aiden teased her clit, navigating around the fold of skin and making his way down to her opening and teasing her entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He commented right before he plunged his finger into her core and she let out a pleasured moan. She resumed kissing him as he began to thrust in and out of her. He slotted another finger in,
Melissa found Aiden intriguing and really wanted to meet him again, to hear his story and maybe get to know him better past what his mouth tastes like and what it feels to have him inside her. She smiled to herself, it was a pitiful smile of disappointment. Today was supposed to be her wedding day. Her fiancè was mysteriously kidnapped yesterday and her stance or becoming the CEO of her father’s company is at stake. But here she was, thinking about how good a random stranger she met at the club’s mouth taste. She felt disgusted and pathetic. She was on the wrong, yet she didn’t regret it with Aiden. She wanted to meet him again, granted. But that might never happen, so she might as well focus on finding her fiancè before the next week ends or she might as well say goodbye to her inheritance. And that’s all she thought about as she set her car to drive, and drove back to her mansion. Sometime around 1am, Aiden had woken up and saw that he was still in Melissa’s driver’s seat and M