by A. Gorman
RULES OF HER SINS
A. GORMAN
RULES OF HER SINS
Copyright © 2016 by A. Gorman.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: March 2016
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-562-9
ISBN-10: 1-68058-562-2
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To my husband, Adam.
Without your love and encouragement, this wouldn’t have made it to print. Your love inspires me daily, and I love you more than you’ll ever know.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Prologue
Jesse
Good-bye, high school life, and hello, college living, I think to myself as I pack the belongings I will need for my upcoming move. I’m officially a high school graduate, and I’ll be moving from Colorado to Indiana and playing softball for Indiana University. I’ve worked so hard to get to this point in my life. My dad, sister, and brother have been my support system after Mom passed away two years ago.
I couldn’t be more excited that my best friend, Laney, is going to Indiana with me. Her family life is a lot different from mine, but her aunt makes sure she has everything she needs. She is one smart bitch and received a full ride to Indiana on an academic scholarship.
My father owns an investment firm in Denver, so he has the money to make sure we have everything we need in Indiana. A week before we move, he is having my car transported to the house he bought for us off-campus because he didn’t want to have to worry about us living on campus.
The summer has passed by in a whirlwind of emotions and anxieties because it’s time to leave everything I know behind. Feelings I’ve never felt before lie in my stomach, but I know everything will be awesome when we get to Indiana University and settle into our new place.
The day is beautiful. The sun is shining and I can’t wait to get out of the city and smell the fresh mountain air. I’m sure that will help with my anxiousness. Two of Daddy’s men are picking me up from our penthouse to take Laney and me to the airport. While I’m getting all of my bags ready, one of the guys buzzes the intercom to let me know they are here.
As I head down to the car with my luggage in tow, I discover that one of the guys is holding the car door open for me. I climb in. The driver stays in the car while the other guy gets my luggage, which I left beside the car.
I can’t tell who the driver is today, but I think he is new and very cute. I glance in the rearview mirror to see if I can catch a glimpse of his eyes and freeze when my eyes lock onto a set of sexy blue eyes. His eyes are the kind that can probably see into your soul. I quickly glance away from him, shivering, and remind the guy who put my luggage in the car and introduced himself as Sam Johnson to pick up Laney on the way.
When we get out of the downtown traffic, the drive to Laney’s house should be quick, I hope. The air in the car seems a little stuffy and thick. Maybe it’s me? Mr. Broody Driver keeps watching me in the rearview. I try not to look up, but I can feel him peering at me. Can this drive take any longer?
Twenty minutes later, we finally arrive at Laney’s, and I don’t wait for whatever his name is to open my door. Laney is waiting for me by the door when I get to her. Within minutes, her bags and suitcases are in the trunk of the car, she is with me in the backseat, and we are on our way to start the next part of our lives. I glance at the rearview mirror and Mr. Broody is brooding even more, so I look away to talk to Laney.
“Can you believe it? We’re on our way away from this place!”
“Bitch, you have a loud mouth. Yes, it’s about time we got out of here. I swear, if my aunt told me to use her herbal remedies one more time, I was going to scream. The only herb I plan on using is the one in a joint.” She smirks.
“Shhh. I don’t need the guys telling my dad you smoke pot.” I giggle.
“One of us has to since you have to get your pee tested all the time since you play softball.” She sticks her tongue out at me. “New guys?” she asks, motioning to the guys sitting up front.
“The driver has been with my dad for a few months, I think,” I whisper. “I can’t remember his name, but he’s cute and his eyes are amazing. I totally could hit that. The guy in the passenger seat started a few weeks ago. He’s cute too, but not as much as the driver.”
“Whore! Oh, girl, I have to disagree. I would totally get it on with the passenger,” she whisper-yells, and we both start laughing.
We talk about what we are going to do once we get to Indianapolis. Indiana University Bloomington is over an hour away from where our flight is arriving. We are renting a car to take us the rest of the way. My father offered to rent a limo for us, but I thought that was too much.
Laney wants to go to our house and unpack the boxes, so I save my plan to explore Indianapolis for another day. My father had the house furnished for us and shipped everything from Denver to Bloomington, including our cars. In addition to all of that, the house will be mine when I graduate. I can sell it or keep it as an investment property. I can’t wait to get my high school graduation present, a red Volvo, back. I love it.
One of the men clears his throat, pulling Laney and me out of our conversation. I notice my door is open.
“Ms. McCoy, Ms. Spears, we are at the airport. Are you ready to go?” Mr. Broody asks.
Whoa, his voice is as sexy as he is.
“Yes. Can you carry our bags to check-in, please?” I ask him.
“Yes, ma’am. Johnson and I will follow you when you’re ready.”
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After they pick up our luggage, the guys follow us to the check-in. Mr. Broody is carrying one of the bags I want to take on the plane with me.
“I need that bag.” I point to my red and white flower overnight bag, which is in Mr. Broody’s right hand.
“Here you are, ma’am.” He hands the bag to me, smiling, and our fingers brush.
I hold onto his fingers longer than I should, and he stands there. Feeling an intense pull toward this guy, I start to lean into him, but Laney grabs my other hand and tugs me through check-in and to the concourse. When I look back, he’s still standing there, staring at me.
***
Aedan
Denver. I can’t believe I’m back here, home, working for an extremely rich man and his very successful company. Thinking I was going to be stuck in Indiana for a while until I saved enough money to move back, I was glad when this opportunity became available. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for Indiana because I received a full-ride scholarship to play basketball at Indiana University, but I didn’t think everything through about how I was supposed get back home.
I was on the starting line-up for three years, and the following season, a knee injury ended my basketball career. My parents worked hard—my mom is a pastry chef and my father is a high school English teacher—but I didn’t want to strap them down with the burden of paying for the rest of my college education and then moving me home. My sister spent enough of Mom and Dad’s money on college for the both of us. Luckily, I was able to stay my senior year. Because of my academics, they offered me a scholarship, and I graduated a semester early, majoring in criminal justice, since I took summer courses.
When Pearse McCoy interviewed me shortly after I graduated, I didn’t know the exact position I was applying for. The ad online was vague, but the interview went well and he hired me that day. He said he vetted me out and he liked the familiar names of my references and what they had to say about me. He informed me I would be part of his security team and that the position would require some training.
I don’t really want to do security, but the position looked promising. With him paying for the training, I won’t complain. I enrolled into the Public Administration master’s program at Colorado University after Mr. McCoy hired me so I can have more options if this position doesn’t work out. I start the program this fall.
Right now, I’m on driving duty for Mr. McCoy. Sam Johnson has less seniority than I do at McCoy Investments, so I make him do all the heavy lifting. I heard rumors that Pearse McCoy’s oldest daughter, Jesse, was hot, but I had no idea until she came sauntering out of the penthouse lobby. As I watch her get into the back of the car, I start thinking about all the things I could do to her beautiful body…
Damn, get a hold of yourself. This is your boss’s daughter you’re thinking about sexually. Plus, you’re twenty-two and she’s eighteen.
Still, I can’t help but look at her. When I glance back up at the rearview mirror, I meet the most beautiful sparkling green eyes. I could get lost in them.
I look away from her and adjust the temperature in the car. The inside of the car feels like the Sahara, and it’s not even extremely hot outside. I hope the drive to Ms. Spears’s place won’t take too long. I’m ready to get out of this car and stretch my legs…along with some other things.
When we arrive at Ms. Spears’s house, Ms. McCoy bolts from the car.
What the hell? Doesn’t she know that it’s protocol for either Johnson or myself to open the door for her?
I want to say something to her, but there is no need to start shit. Johnson exits the car and gets Ms. Spears and her belongings situated in the back of the car.
Let’s get this damn show on the road already.
Getting to the airport was a breeze, and I clear my throat, hoping to pull Jesse out of the conversation she is having with Ms. Spears.
“Ms. McCoy, Ms. Spears, we are at the airport. Are you ready to go?” I ask.
“Yes. Can you carry our bags to check-in, please?” she asks almost seductively.
“Yes, ma’am. Johnson and I will follow you when you’re ready.”
We grab their luggage and follow them to the check-in.
“I need that bag.” Jesse points to the bag in my right hand.
“Here you are, ma’am.”
I hand it over to her and our fingers connect. I don’t want to let go of this bag. The smell of her perfume, apples and honeysuckle, tickles my nose. I wonder why I didn’t smell it in the car. I lean in to inhale more of her scent, but Ms. Spears grabs Jesse’s other hand and pulls her away. She looks back and our eyes meet.
There is something about this girl that makes me want to get to know her, but it seems like now isn’t the right time. Maybe one day.
Chapter One
Jesse
Never did I imagine that when I turned twenty-two, I’d be divorced and working for my father in a position I have no desire to be in. I haven’t graduated from college yet, but I was so close. I guess life happens sometimes, but I wish I could go back to simpler times, wish I could be eighteen again.
My life was planned out for me. I lived on my father’s dime and went to college on a full-ride softball scholarship. All I had to worry about was whose house I was partying at that weekend. High school life was good, but college life was amazing. All I did was attend classes, play softball, and party. The summer of my junior year at Indiana University, everything changed. I met “the one,” Chet Boston. And he was truly the one for me—the completely wrong one.
Chet. I should have known, with a name like that, he would be a piece of shit. He was amazing the first year: amazing sex, gifts, dinners, and surprises. He’s a few years older than me and he had a degree in marketing. When I met him, he was working for the top marketing firm in Indianapolis. He’s easy on the eyes, six foot three, and one hundred eighty-five pounds of defined, tanned yumminess with dark chocolate eyes and short brownish-blond hair. Mmm. The things he could do with his…body.
I decided to leave school after a night of carelessness led to me getting pregnant. We married quickly—a small wedding chapel in the middle of nowhere—and I moved to Indianapolis with him. Unfortunately, I had a miscarriage six weeks after we were married. I thought we would make it through our loss. We were a strong couple. I honestly believed life would be perfect. Ha. The joke was on me.
We decided to wait for a while before trying to conceive again. I went to work full-time, and Chet dove back into work, amongst other things that I didn’t know about at the time. We maintained our work hard, play even harder pace for a while, treating ourselves to indulgences often. Surprise trips here, flowers just because, jewelry, shopping.
Slowly, I started observing changes. First, it was notices for late bills, then money missing from our accounts, and Chet traveling for work on a more frequent basis. Finally, we went from having sex multiple times a week to maybe once a month. I love sex and I thought he did too, so I spoke with Chet about all the things I noticed and he explained that he’d forgotten the bills, but wasn’t so keen on explaining the bedroom situation. He told me he was exhausted from working all the time. I felt bad, so I let it go.
Months later, none of that had prepared me for what would be the last day I wrote his last name as my own. My life as I knew it, gone. He cleaned out the house but left a few things that screamed “these are Jesse’s” as well as divorce papers and a foreclosure notice. I immediately called our bank, thinking there had been a mistake, but not only had he not been paying the mortgage, he had cleaned out all of our accounts—including the account my father had started for our future children.
I called the police and, since he was legally my husband, I couldn’t do anything about it. So there I was with nothing but a shirt on my back and my car, and thank God he couldn’t take my car because it was still in my father’s name. I was completely numb to everything that I was going through and feeling.
I knew I didn’t want to call my father, that I would g
et the I-told-you-so lecture, so I did what any girl would do; I called my bestie. Twenty minutes later, Laney Spears was beating on my front door and yelling at me to let her in. Thirty minutes later, we put everything of mine that Chet left behind in our cars and I said good-bye to being Mrs. Chet Boston.
Our divorce was final months later. My life was spiraling out of control, and my ex-husband was able to continue living a dream life with his many girlfriends by using the money that was supposed to be for our future. Chet left me holding the bag on everything.
Emotionally and financially, I was a mess. I wondered how I could’ve been so stupid. I tried to make the divorce and embarrassment work, but I eventually lost my shit and broke down, leaving me with only one option…calling my father. Begrudgingly, he hired me as his assistant at McCoy Investments since his assistant was getting married and moving out of state.
The deal, in the form of a contract, is that he will pay me enough so I can pay my bills and clean up my mess with Chet, with the stress on my mess. He will not give me the extra allowance I was used to before I chose marriage over college.
Appropriately, I had to move what I had left of my nonexistent life all the way back to Denver. Home. In addition to working full-time, I would have to return to a college or university and graduate. As for dating, anyone associated with McCoy Investments would be unacceptable. If I break any part of the contract that my father and I agreed on, I will be without income, a job, and the support that I need to survive.
I applied and was accepted at Colorado University Denver to finish my bachelor’s degree in business. Most of my courses will be online so that I can work, study, and hopefully find some kind of distraction from my life.
So here I am, at One McCoy Square, a large, fifty-story limestone building owned by my father. I want to be here, but not under these conditions. Instead, I should be taking over the company. At least that was the plan when I went away to college. Now I’m a meager basic assistant because I couldn’t keep my lady bits under wraps. Yes, the whole Chet situation has screwed me in many ways. I guess I’ll live and learn, but this has been a hell of a lesson.
