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 14
An old lady was slowly walking in front of me and trying to hold onto the wall for support.
"Ma'am, please allow me," I stated next to her with a smile and held out my arm for her to take. The old lady looked at me and smiled. Her hair was pure white, and her face was full of wrinkles.
"Thank you, young man. I see your mother raised you well." She stated and held onto my arm. Her comment about my mom slightly made my stomach ache, but I moved past it. "I haven't seen you at a Van Kline function before. Did your family recently join our society?" The old woman asked.
"No, madam. I was invited by Miss Kiara. I am her plus one."
"Oh, wonderful! She is truly a wonderful woman. I'm glad to see she has finally found a partner."
"Oh, no. Kiara and I are just friends." I stated and shook my head.
"That's what we all say until you look at each other one day, and it's so much more than just friends. That's exactly how I met my Danny. Bless his soul." The old lady said with a sad smile as we walked into the hall. Everyone stared as we entered, and the women seemed to almost slightly curtsy when they saw the old woman.
"Look at all these people, just flashing around their wealth. Most of them just inherited their fortune while I had to work my way up." The old lady mumbled next to me. "What is your name, young man?"
"Jason, madam."
"Well, Jason, I can tell that you are a proper young man. I'm going to give you some advice that you should carry for the rest of your life. Money might seem like it's everything. It gives you power and certainty and allows you to attend even the fanciest places. But love will make you happy, and it will be all you need." The old lady remarked.
"I will remember that, madam." I smiled, and she nodded.
"Good, now. You must stay by my side until I find someone who doesn't irritate me like the rest of these guests." She questioned and looked around the room. I walked with her over to a table and then left her side as she started talking to other people.
I looked around the room for Kiara and couldn't spot her. I awkwardly stood near the snack table and plopped a grape or two into my mouth. An elderly gentleman walked over and tipped his hat to greet me.
"Uh, you must be Mrs Porter's grandson. I'm Mr Leuw, your grandmother's trusted financial advisor." He stated, and miss took me for the old lady's grandson.
"Jason, sir. But, you have me mistaken...." I was about to correct him when he interrupted.
"Of course. My apologies, Mr Porter. We are at a lovely luncheon, and it is no place to discuss business."
"I, eh..."
"You must let your grandmother know that the dress she had on was splendid. Even in her old age, she still knows how to wow the crowds. Don't you say?" He asked. There was no point in correcting him, so I just gave up.
"Yes, indeed, Mr Luew. As they do say, all things are better once they age."
"Right, so. I have an excellent bottle of scotch that has been aged since 1994. You should join the men and me afterwards to have a glass." Mr Leuw offered.
"That is very kind of you, sir. But..."
"Excellent!" He interrupted again. "Excuse me, Mr Porter. I see my wife has wandered off. I must find her before she finds a bottle of wine." Mr Leuw stated, then tipped his hat before walking off.
I shrugged and scanned the room again. My eyes lay upon Kiara as she walked in, next to who I assume was her father. Her gorgeous silver hair was neatly braided up into a bun and decorated with diamond hairpins. I noticed she had taken out her nose piercing and looked beautiful with a soft pink lipstick. My eyes went down to her neck, which had a sparkling diamond heart necklace. Her dress was a simple red satin dress that formed a U in the front. Her cleavage shyly peeked through the dress but wasn't revealing at all. The dress was also tight around her waist, then dropped into a larger skirt that went down to the floor. I couldn't even see her shoes.
Kiara turned with her back to me and kissed her father on his cheek. The back of the dress dropped down into a low V, which added a bit of sexy. Kiara then walked away from her father and headed toward me. Her eyes met mine through the crowds, and I felt my breath stop in my throat as she smiled at me.
Kiara greeted a few people while on her way to me, and I watched as the stunning woman walked gracefully past the guests. I swear, many people turned to stare at her as she walked past. How couldn't they? She was so fucking stunning.
"Oh, my gosh. I can't believe you actually came." Kiara beamed as she was closer to me.
"Wow, Kiara. You look utterly gorgeous." I complimented her and placed a kiss on her cheek. "I would kiss you, but everyone is staring," I whispered in her ear, then stepped back. "This is for you, miss Van Kline." I smiled and bent slightly forward as I held up the rose for her.
"Thank you, Jason. But a friend wouldn't give me a rose." She laughed but gladly accepted it. "I see you found a suit. You look very... elegant."
"Does the fact that I stole it drop my elegance?" I chuckled softly just for her to hear. Kiara gasped and tapped my chest with the rose.
"Naughty, naughty." She smiled and then turned towards the table. "I'm starving. Someone kept me out last night and didn't even feed me." She sarcastically added.
"Now I know for next time. Will there be coffee as something like this? I hadn't had any sleep, but caffeine is helping to keep me awake. I don't want to pass out and smash my face into my plate while we are all eating."
Kiara burst out laughing, and a few people turned to look at us, confused. Her hand quickly flew to cover her mouth as she tried to contain her laughs.
"I think that will be the most entertaining thing to happen at this luncheon." Kiara giggled. "Don't worry, there will be coffee. Very strong, exotic coffee imported from Brazil, but it's still coffee. Also, just so you know, this dress is very uncomfortable. It's way too long for my liking and covered up way too much. I feel like I'm trapped by cloth."
"Just a few more hours, then you can leave," I reassured her. Kiara quickly rolled her eyes and held my hand to pull me along as she introduced me to people. It was her responsibility to make small talk with all of the guests. I was introduced as simply 'Jason' while the others greeted me with their full titles. I recognised some of the surnames as they were rich businessmen or women. So, when they spoke about their companies, I knew how to engage in the conversation.
Kiara and I made our way over to a table, where her Dad and Mr Luew stood deep in conversation.
"Daddy, I would like to introduce you to my plus one. Jason..." Kiara started to say as her Dad looked at me.
"Uh, yes. Jason Porter. The infamous grandson. Mr Leuw has told me so much about how your grandmother highly praises you. I'm glad to finally meet you." Mr Van Kline stated.
Fuck.
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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.