by Lisa Lace
“What did you do? I mean, what happened?”
“I got him to sign it over to me, so it can be handled properly.”
“It?” She felt her heart racing.
“Donovan Technologies,” he said as if she should have already known. She looked at him, confused. “He didn’t tell you? It must have slipped his mind. Yeah, I guess he decided it would be in the company’s best interest to give it to me after all.”
“You’re lying.”
“I have the documents to prove it. As soon as they’re filed, the company is mine. I can finally follow through on what my father started. Now that I’m in control, I want to start fresh with our fellow clients, starting with you.”
He stepped toward her, his touch grazing her cheekbone, making her feel more uncomfortable. She couldn’t argue with him. He was too unstable for that. She didn’t know if she could get away from him, and she didn’t dare rely on the public of Manhattan to help her. “What did you have in mind?” Maybe if she played along, she could make him think she was interested long enough to get away from him.
He wrapped his hand around her arm and pulled her into a nearby alley, deep enough to get her off the street and away from any onlookers. “Relinquish your company to me,” he growled. “I’ll have complete control to build it back up again without having to go through all the red tape.” He pushed her against the wall and pressed his body into hers. “Let me save you, Mia.” His breath was hot against the side of her face.
She felt like she was going to vomit. “I need some space. I can’t think.”
“You don’t have to think anymore. Let me do all of that for you.” He kissed her neck and pushed his groin into hers, letting her know that his control over her turned him on.
She remembered her resolve in the tub the night before. She was determined then. This was a test on whether she could follow through.
With force she didn’t know she had, she flattened her palms against his chest and shoved him backward. “No!” She watched him stumble backward, catching himself from falling to the ground. Her anger quickly surfaced, and she felt empowered. “I don’t want your help, or your brother’s, for that matter. Why can’t you all just leave me alone! I’ll save my company on my own!”
She walked toward the street, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back in further. He dragged her deeper into the alley and slammed her against the wall. “You will relinquish your company to me immediately, or I will destroy you.” The heat of his breath was back, but somehow it had intensified to a burning sensation against her skin. “I didn’t want to go this route, but you had to be a bitch. You women are so difficult to work with.”
“You’ll have to destroy me, then. I won’t give my company to you. Just like I don’t believe Edward gave DT to you.”
Jack was growing angrier. She saw it on his face. She should have been afraid, but for some reason, she wasn’t, and she didn’t let up. “I know all about you and how you tried to take DT away from Edward. He never would’ve handed it over to you.”
“Well, I’ll admit I had to do a little coaxing, but after the evening was over, the paperwork was signed, and now it’s rightfully mine. It was quite easy to take, actually. Much like it would be easy to take Emily from you.” He leaned back and raised an eyebrow.
Mia felt like her heart stopped.
His grin told her he’d noticed that stumble. “You didn’t think I knew, did you?”
“What—what are you talking about?”
“Our daughter.”
“Oh, God.” She trembled.
“Yeah. She must be getting so big by now. Tell me, does she look more like you, or does she have my eyes?”
“You son of a bitch.” She swung at him, but he caught her arm, swung her around, and pulled it up behind her back. “Ah!” Her shoulder stretched and burned as he slammed her chest into the wall.
“What were you saying?” He pressed himself into her, crushing her between him and the wall.
“Don’t you touch her. I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t think you’ll do any such thing. I do think you’ll try a little harder to work with me on the things that I think should take place from this point on. Right?” He pushed into her, jabbing his fist into her lower back.
She grunted, feeling the pain from his knuckles.
“You can imagine my surprise as I was researching DT’s stockholders and your company. Some confusion arose between myself and my father as to why you were trying so hard to acquire more of our stock. My father assumed it was merely because your quaint little company was beginning to fail, and you wanted a secure future with a company that wasn’t.” He leaned in very close to her, his lips brushing across her ear. “I didn’t buy it.”
He reached up and toyed with a strand of her hair. “So, I dug a little further. Well, after quite a large investment with a private investigator, I found out exactly why you wanted such a big piece of our company. When I finally realized you were interested because of our deep-seated connection, I was floored. I knew it was destiny that we be together. So, what do you think? Want to join forces and work for me?”
“I will never work with you,” she seethed, struggling to get away from him. The hold he had on her kept her off balance.
“You will. Did I mention that I always get my way? Ask Edward. He can tell you. Sometimes a little manipulation needs to be used to help the situation along, but I always get my way in the end.”
“Let me go, Jack.”
“I wouldn’t want you to lose everything. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are. Giving Emily such a bright future. I bet she’s growing up to be a lovely young woman.”
“Stay away from her!”
“I have every right to see her. She is my daughter, isn’t she, Mia?”
She felt sick to her stomach.
“Unless you cooperate, I’ll take your company, and Emily too.”
“I think you should let her go if you know what’s good for you.” Steven rushed toward them, his fists balled up tight.
“Steven!” Mia struggled again, and this time Jack let her go.
“Hey, man. We were just having a little business meeting. Nothing you need to get involved in.”
“I’m already involved.” Without warning, Steven reached up and punched Jack in the face, knocking him to the ground. “Come on.” He offered Mia his hand, not waiting for Jack to get up.
Mia put her hand in his, and they ran out of the alleyway.
“Where the hell did you come from?”
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“Not too bad.” She rubbed her arm and looked back toward the alleyway before they rounded the corner. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I tracked your phone. Remember when you gave me the passcodes before your trip to Italy last year? I never got rid of them.”
“I could kiss you right now. Thank you, Steven.”
“Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
Edward
Edward’s plane took him away from everything; from the problems he was facing with his brother, from the issues he was forced to deal with involving not only his company but Mia’s as well, from everything that seemed to be pulling his life into a hole. There were matters at hand he needed to deal with, pressing matters that needed his attention. But on a moment’s notice, he decided to pack a small bag and call his pilot. Two hours later, he was in the air and on his way to his villa on Necker Island.
“Mr. Donovan?” Edward opened his eyes and saw the soft hand of a pretty woman standing over him. “We’re approaching the British Virgin Islands.” She nodded toward the window and smiled at the brilliance of the sunrise peeking over the dark blue ocean.
He looked out the small cabin window, trying to see the same beauty she did. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the clouded thoughts he still had in his brain. He managed a little sleep, but not enough to make a difference.
“Good morning, Mr. Donova
n.” The pilot’s voice sounded over the small speakers that lined the cabin. “It is just after six in the morning. We have started our descent toward Terrance B. Lettsome International Airport and should be arriving in approximately twenty minutes. It is currently eighty-one degrees Fahrenheit with sixty-seven percent humidity. Sounds like a perfect day.”
Edward begged to differ. He stood up and stretched his body, keeping his eyes on the stewardess. She was familiar, but since he rarely indulged in the family perks, he wasn’t sure of her name. “How long have you worked for my father?”
“About three years.”
“Was he a good man to work for?”
“Sir?”
“Never mind. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t put you on the spot like that.” He knew the answer. He was, perhaps, hoping for someone who might have cherished him. He grabbed his bag and walked to the back cabin, where he freshened up and changed from his suit to something a little more island-ready. He took his seat and pulled the buckle around him.
“Can I get you anything?”
“I’ll need transportation from the airport to the island.”
“There will be a boat on the bay and a car to take you directly there upon your arrival.”
He nodded his approval and looked back to the window. He saw the island in the distance, and nothing but blue around it. Paradise.
After touching down, everyone he came in contact with seemed overly enthusiastic about taking care of his needs. When the car pulled him in front of Marché at Trellis, he tipped the driver generously and went inside.
“We are still closed.” A thin, very dark-skinned man with a Spanish accent worked behind the bar, restocking his inventory for the day.
Edward walked to the counter and pulled out a hundred dollars. He handed it to the man and waited for his response.
“What can I get for you, sir?”
“Something strong.” He sat on a nearby barstool and pulled his phone out.
“Whiskey, bourbon, beer, or cocktail?”
“Surprise me.”
“How about a nice rum punch? It is our specialty.” He worked quickly to make Edward’s liquid breakfast, glancing at him several times while he did. “Rough night?”
“I just arrived.”
“Ah. Welcome to the British Virgin Islands. Are you here for business or pleasure?”
“I’m headed to Necker Island.”
“Pleasure.”
“Actually, I’m getting away from both.”
The man set a tall glass in front of Edward, the aroma of pineapple filling his senses. The orange liquid faded up into a yellow splash, and a taste pungent of rum overcame his taste buds with the first drink. He quickly drank it down, looked around the beachy hut, and ordered another one. Once he had it in his hand, he set a twenty on the counter and thanked the man. Carrying his drink out of the bar, he walked the small distance to the bay, where a boat was waiting for him.
By mid-morning, Edward was being greeted at his villa by a staff hired to clean and fully stock for his stay. With a light buzz in his head and a new drink from a small bar on his patio, he stripped his feet bare and took in the scenery on the beach.
It was the perfect atmosphere to help forget his problems, but it wasn’t working. He still thought heavily about Mia and the issues he was having with his brother. After a light lunch and more drinks with a couple of local beauties, he began to forget.
Tropical music played from a small radio while Juliette and Maria danced together in bikinis and small wraps that hung loosely from their hips. Their bodies were kissed by the sun, their skin bronzed perfectly, a smell of soft coconut radiating from their direction. White sand covered their toes with each step they took. It was a sight any man would kill for, and he was able to enjoy it without wanting to. Long fingernails touched each other as they glanced at Edward for approval. Lips kissed playfully, and arms snaked around glistening waists.
The girls walked to Edward and snaked their arms around his neck, their fingernails gliding along his arm. “Do you want to play with us?” Their Spanish accents added to their beauty.
“Yes, come dance.” They tried pulling him up, but he politely declined their tempting offer.
“How about I refill your drinks? I’m not much for dancing and playing today.”
“Aw.” They pouted sexily and started dancing together once again.
Edward shook his head and smiled, walking around to the bar and refreshing everyone’s drinks. The sun was warm against his skin, and he was feeling the effects of the alcohol.
“How about we go into town, and you can buy us dinner?” Juliette flirted, every word pouring out like honey.
“That sounds fabulous!” Maria picked up on her tone easily and tried to do the same. They both worked very well together. “I know of an exquisite place close to the marina. Afterward, we can take a little trip on the water.” Both girls looked at Edward like small children asking for a new toy.
“Sounds perfect.” He downed the rest of his drink and set it down. “Do you girls want to freshen up first?”
“Give us half an hour. We’ll be right back.” Hand in hand, they ran down the beach, giggling and frolicking in the sand.
Edward took that time to do the same, walking away from the beach into his villa.
The restaurant the girls picked out had to have been one of the most luxurious on the island, but who could blame them? Getting pampered by rich, good-looking Americans was what they lived for, was what most of the young girls on these islands lived for.
Edward had been to the island with his father a couple of times, but he was much younger then. It looked different to him as a man. He no longer noticed the castles in the sand, the beach balls being tossed around, the trampolines in the water. He no longer wanted to rush down the hot water slides into the heavily salted waters of the ocean or join in on the pirate parties on the beach.
He wanted to lose himself in the nightlife. He noticed that most the female population was in shape and beyond attractive. He was drawn in by the casinos and the ambiance of the music and the lights on the yachts that lined the marina just down the beach from the restaurant.
With the beautiful life pulling him in, he still practiced self-discipline in being true to what he wanted: Mia. Although the small island and abundance of alcohol were helping him destress and relax, he still had his mind on Mia and how he’d make it right with her when he saw her again.
Dinner went well; what he remembered of it, that is. Somehow, he ended up with three more dinner guests dressed as provocatively as Juliette and Maria were. Their long, sexy summer dresses showed almost as much skin as their bikinis did. Whether they knew each other or not, they got along very well. Edward enjoyed watching them flirt with each other, touching and kissing and getting worked up. He paid the check and left a generous tip, getting up from the table after his guests did. When they bounced and danced off the patio toward the beach, he followed. They led him down along the water to another establishment he immediately guessed to be a gentlemen’s club.
“You girls don’t have to accommodate me. We can do whatever you like.”
“We’d like to go here.” Two of the girls danced around him, each of them taking his arms and leading him to the front of the windowless building. “Nadia works here.”
“And, so will Maria, starting tomorrow.” They giggled as they walked up to the front door. The music thumped a beat that grew stronger as they got closer. When the door opened, strings of colored lights danced around the room, occasionally ripping by his face and then disappearing into the room.
Several small stages standing several inches from the floor were lit up by several spotlights as half-naked women danced around long steel poles. Some girls danced slowly, provocatively, teasing their onlookers, who sat along the stage awaiting their special dance with money in their hands.
Other girls whipped themselves around their poles, showing off their ability to combine gymnastics with their dance. Edw
ard followed the girls toward the bar and waited while Maria leaned over and whispered into the ear of a very large man with a black suit. He nodded and gestured to a man standing just out of the large room. The girls followed, taking Edward by the hands and coaxing him along. They left the room and walked along a narrow hallway until it fed into a staircase. He followed them up the stairs until they opened a door and poured themselves into a cozy room about half the size of the club downstairs. The room was lined with couches and overstuffed chairs, small tables strategically placed for drinks and other recreational drugs and mood lighting with soft music to set the atmosphere.
He sat on the edge of one of the couches, a drink offered to him by one of the girls. He reluctantly took it, wondering if it was just alcohol and juice. She danced around his legs, running her fingertip along his jawline as she squatted down, stuck her ass into the air, and stood up slowly. She kissed her finger and ran it over his lips before she turned away and walked toward two of her friends bent over a small table. They sniffed a line of white powder with a straw until the small, narrow strip had disappeared. Giggling and rubbing their noses, they started dancing with each other in the middle of the room.
This wasn’t what Edward had in mind when he followed them, but who was he to judge anyone at this point? He knew better than to follow them up the stairs, but he was in such a relaxed state of mind that he’d stopped making decisions when they asked him to foot the bill for dinner.
“Come on, baby. Have some fun with Nadia and me.” Maria pulled him up off the couch, and he moved his body as they danced around him, their hands rubbing his stomach and his chest underneath his shirt. “We can show you such a good time, baby. You’re never going to want to leave.”
“As tempting as it seems and as beautiful as you ladies are, I have to say no. My work is my drug.” His words slurred together. He needed to shut down and get away from there before he did something he’d regret, but Juliette danced so provocatively.
