CEO's Getaway Love
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
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Chapter 12
"I wish I could be happy alone," I stated, and Kiara looked at me. "You're happy with yourself and who you are. That's amazing. Usually, everyone is their own worst enemy, and you somehow found a way to accept that. I find it admirable."
"Why don't you like who you are?" Kiara questioned and moved her arms from her chest. She seemed to be in a better mood, at least.
"Well, for one... I'm a criminal. I steal for a living and run from the cops. You can't get lower than that. Plus, look at me. I'm awkwardly tall, have no real purpose in life and am pinning over someone that is way out of my league." I shrugged. I wasn't trying to sound depressing but just being honest.
"Don't talk like that, Jason. I'm sure you have great qualities as well. You're a good driver. You're kind and really good at sex." Kiara remarked, which made me laugh.
"Thanks, I guess." I smiled, and she touched the side of my face.
"I hope you learn how to be happy by yourself." She stated and stared into my eyes. For a moment, I found myself lost in her deep brown eyes as she just stared at each other silently. It only lasted a few seconds, but to me, it felt mesmerizing.
I leaned in closer to Kiara and rested my forehead against hers.
"Maybe you can show me how to be happy," I whispered before I pressed my lips against hers. Kiara's fingers curled around my neck. Her fingertips were cold, but her mouth was hot against mine. She moved and sat on top of me with her pussy pressed against my dick as we kissed.
That amazing scent of coconut drifted from her skin, and I moved my lips down to kiss her neck. My hand caressed over her back and grabbed her ass cheeks. Her hips started moving, which made her grind against me. Her mouth tasted sweet and like soft peppermint. Being with her reminded me of the first night we spent together.
"I'm really wet," Kiara mumbled in my ear. "I can feel how hard you are. I want your throbbed dick to be inside of me."
"Fuck, Kiara. You are so fucking sexy." I groaned and tugged her shirt off and over her head. She had on a sexy red lace bra that cupped her breasts firmly.
"Get undressed but keep the bra on," I ordered in her ear, and she quickly climbed off of me. I also got undressed while she obeyed. I pulled her back towards me and claimed her mouth with mine. We made our way back down onto the blanket.
"I want to get on top," Kiara stated and shoved me to lay down. Her wet pussy rubbed against my hard dick as she quickly dug in her bag and pulled out a condom.
"Do you just carry those around?" I laughed as she squeezed my dick with her hands.
"Obviously. Better safe than sorry." Kiara smirked and tore open the condom wrapper. She then proceeded to put it on and knew exactly what she was doing. I got to lay back and relax.
"Your so fucking bad, baby." Kiara groaned and leaned down to kiss me. She bit onto my bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth, which made me want more. I smacked her ass as she kissed me and twirled her tongue around my tongue. She even sucked on my tongue, which was slightly painful but sexy as fuck.
"Have you been bad, Jason?" Kiara asked as she pulled away and positioned her hips. I caught on that she was into some sort of role-playing, which I found hot.
"Real bad. Are you going to punish me, Kiara?" I huskily replied and squeezed her breasts.
"Yes." She stated as her hips thrust forward, and I slid inside of her. We both moaned as she did so and then started moving, so I went completely out and then back in. Her pussy was tight around my dick as I slid in and out of her.
Kiara moved my hand to her neck while her hips moved magically on top of me. She stared at me as I moaned while she fucked me and smiled. It felt so good to be inside of her. I thrust my hips up and tried to fuck her faster.
"Yes, baby. Keep doing that. It feels so good." Kiara mumbled and moved her hand down her body. Her finger rubbed her clit while I fucked her pussy. Her sexy moans and deep breaths filled her air.
"Come for me, love," I begged Kiara as her mouth flew open. Her body trembled as her vagina walls clenched. As she orgasmed, warm moisture flowed down my shaft and made me grip onto her ass. I cumed as Kiara rammed her hips hard against me.
"Fuck, love." I groaned, and she burst into giggles as she moved her hips, so my dick slid out. Kiara sat on my legs as I sat up and took off the condom, which was full of white cum. She tied a knot in it and then handed it back to me.
"Thanks." I smiled and kissed her before tossing the condom aside and pulling her naked body closer to me so that we could cuddle. I also covered us with a blanket and made sure she was tucked warmly in my arms.
"You are so beautiful," I mumbled and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you, handsome. Did you enjoy yourself?" Kiara asked and nuzzled her face closer to my neck.
"Yes, fuck yes." I nodded and squeezed her ass.
"I like you." Kiara softly said that I almost didn't hear her.
"I like you too," I replied, and her cheeks shot red. She placed a kiss on my chest and wrapped her arms around me.
"Can I be honest?" She suddenly asked and lifted her chin to look up at me.
"Of course."
"When you are near me, I feel... safe. I don't know why."
"That's good, love. I swear I have no bad intentions when it comes to you."
"Maybe I do trust you a tiny bit." Kiara smiled and shrugged her shoulders. Her warm body was so close to mine, and she looked gorgeous with her messy silver hair sprawled out on my arm.
"Are you busy tomorrow?" Kiara suddenly asked, and I shook my head. "Good. My Dad's having a Sunday luncheon, and I know he wants me to invite a plus one. Would you like to join me?"
"You want me to meet your Dad?" I asked, shocked and stared at her.
"I guess so, but only as a friend." She firmly stated.
"I would love to be your plus one." I smiled and placed a quick kiss against her lips.
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9.5
My boyfriend, Jefferson, convinced me to give up my Yale scholarship for him. He was my secret, my escape from the shame of my mother's past, and I threw away my future for our love.
Then, at a gala, he publicly announced his engagement to Aubrey Carroll-the girl who made my high school years a living hell.
He trapped me in his mansion, forcing me to become her personal servant. She tortured me daily, culminating in her brutally killing our dog, Charlie, with a garden trowel.
When her friends arrived, they joined in, stripping me half-naked and live-streaming my panic attack for the world to see.
The man who once promised to protect me watched as they destroyed me.
But as I lay bleeding out on the floor, it wasn't an ambulance that arrived. It was the private security of Alexzander Stevens-my estranged, billionaire grandfather.
He revealed I was his sole heiress, and now, we were going to make them pay for every last tear.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
8.1
Terminally ill.
Betrayed by her husband.
Abandoned by the only family she had.
Ariel died with nothing... and no one.
But fate gives her a second chance.
Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole.
Her love.
Her identity.
Her power.
Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her.
The brother who abandoned her starts to regret.
Too late.
Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs.
She's the one who makes them kneel.
8.8
Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work.
But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room.
He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar.
When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves.
But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him.
The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune.
Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret.
Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised.
Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows.
At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox.
But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress.
"How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.
9.2
Arla was supposed to marry Clinton Freeman, the perfect fiancé who had promised to love her and protect her five-year-old son.
But instead, the cold steel of a dagger pierced her chest.
As she collapsed onto the freezing basement floor, she watched her adoptive sister Blair laugh.
"Look at her," Blair sneered, kicking her son's small, blue, lifeless body.
Clinton stood there, calmly wiping the bloody blade on a pristine handkerchief.
In her dying moments, the horrifying truth became clear. Her fiancé and her adoptive family had been plotting all along to steal her massive trust fund.
To break her, they had secretly tortured her child. Clinton had watched Blair pierce the little boy's arms with sewing needles, rewarding him with candy to keep him silent.
Arla's lungs burned with the taste of copper and ash.
She couldn't understand why the family she trusted could be so monstrous, or why they had to brutally murder an innocent child just for money.
The darkness swallowed her whole, drowning her in suffocating hatred and absolute despair.
Then, she gasped for air.
The concrete floor was gone, replaced by the silk sheets of a hotel penthouse suite.
Arla had been reborn to the exact night six years ago—the very day Blair first dragged her son into the dark attic.
This time, she picked up a solid silver letter opener, ready to burn them all to the ground.
9.7
I died with blood pooling and betrayal.
My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone.
But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest.
This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation.
They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back.
They have no idea I've already won.