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 9
"What's up? It looks like you have seen a ghost." Kedwyn stated and placed the roses in a jar of water in front of me. I quickly shoved the pamphlet into my pocket and shrugged.
"The price of jewellery is crazy," I stated, and Kedwyn chuckled. Kiara probably wouldn't appreciate it if I told the people she worked with that she was a CEO of a multimillion company. Plus, she would have told them herself if she wanted them to know.
I wondered if Kiara kept that side of her life a secret. It also made sense how she knew many wealthy people that were members of her club. Maybe she led a double life. I couldn't imagine that many people would be happy if the CEO of Van Kline Jewellers also owned a strip club and danced at that club. Many wealthy women would hate the company since their husbands are secretively part of the club.
"I can imagine. I'm honestly good with buying a fake silver chain and wearing it until the paint wears off." Kedwyn added, and I nodded.
My head was spinning. How was I supposed to try to start a relationship with Kiara if I stole from her? If I told her the truth, she would hate me. To top it off, she slept with me the morning her company was robbed. It was just all messed up.
"Yoh, Jason. Look who just walked in." Kedwyn stated while he stared towards the door entrance. I looked back and saw Kiara move her scarf from around her neck.
She had a single-sleeved long-sleeved white shirt and washed out light blue jeans. The jeans had tears in them, and she wore a pair of black ankle boots. The scarf was grey and knitted together with wool. Her hair was still silver-white, and she had a small denim bag on her arm.
Kiara hugged a few women hello, and then walked towards the bar. She didn't even make eye contact with me as she leaned over the counter and kissed Kedwyn hello.
"Vixen, you look lovely." Kedwyn complimented and made Kiara smile.
"Thanks, babe. I see you are decorating the bar. These white roses look lovely." Kiara stated and picked up a rose from the bouquet to sniff. I watched as she held the rose up to her nose and briefly closed her eyes. I knew the roses had a wonderful fragrance. She looked gorgeous with the rose in her hands and her silver hair tucked behind her ear. My brain couldn't find any words as I was speechless by her beauty.
"Actually, Jason over here bought them," Kedwyn replied and looked at me to say something. Kiara opened her eyes and stared my way with her eyebrow raised.
"I bought them for you," I stated. Kiara's eyes flashed, but she didn't smile or show that she appreciated the roses.
"I hear you've become a regular at my strip club. I see the ladies have captivated your attention." Kiara said and placed the rose back into the bouquet.
"Only one has," I remarked, and Kiara grunted as she pricked her finger on one of the thorns. I noticed there was a small drop of blood on her fingertip, which she stuck into her mouth.
"I just remembered I hate roses," Kiara mumbled, then stormed off. I watched her walk off and looked back at Kedwyn. He just shrugged. I quickly jumped off the barstool and hurried after Kiara.
"You can't come in here," A bouncer stated.
"I'll just be a second," I muttered and slipped past him. I followed Kiara through another door into the changing rooms. Women walked around naked and screamed as they saw me. I quickly turned around and covered my eyes.
"I'll deal with him," Kiara said to the bouncer that followed after me. He nodded, and I felt myself being pushed into a private room. "What the hell is your problem? Don't you have respect for women's privacy?" Kiara hissed and shoved me against the wall.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to talk to you, Kiara." I replied, which made her freeze.
"How do you know my name?"
"From this," I stated and pulled out the pamphlet from my pocket. Kiara snatched it out of my hand and tore it in half before shoving the pieces into her bag.
"Did you tell anyone?" She questioned, and I shook my head. She sunk into the couch in the room and placed her face in her hands. "You can't tell anyone, okay? My father would kill me. I've worked hard to keep this part of my life a secret. If it got out that I'm the Van Kline CEO, it would ruin my father's reputation."
"Do your employees know?"
"Yes. Every member of my club signed a contract to keep the club a secret. We are a tight-knit circle." Kiara responded and looked up at me.
"I know a thing or two about having a secret. After all, I'm a getaway driver for a crew of thieves." I stated, and Kiara smiled.
"Thanks, Jason." She sweetly said, and I sat down next to her.
"There's something I have to confess." I sighed and then quickly told her the truth before I second-guessed it. "The night we slept together is the night my crew stole from your company."
I looked down, ashamed, and I felt guilty that my life was the way it was for the first time.
"Oh, I know. After you left, I finally decided to check my phone and pieced two and two together." Kiara shrugged. She didn't even sound a slight bit upset.
"Don't you hate me?"
"Nah, the insurance company paid us out, and we gained more publicity. You wouldn't believe how the sales skyrocketed. Most people thought they would help us out by purchasing some jewellery."
"Oh." I felt a small smile play on my lips as I looked at Kiara. "Do you really hate the roses?"
"Since you were honest with me, I'll be honest with you. I don't hate them. I actually thought it was very sweet of you, but I just like being a bitch." She replied and placed her hand on my leg. "Repeat that, and I will rip your balls off." She threatened, which made me gulp.
"Yes, ma'am." I nodded, which made her smile. "You have a gorgeous smile," I stated and felt drawn in by her smile.
"Stop with this sweet talk, Jason. It's really annoying because I know you are just saying that to make me like you." Kiara rolled her eyes and moved her hand off of my leg. I missed her touch almost instantly.
"It's the truth, Kiara. I swear to always be honest with you from the start." I took her hands in mine, and her eyes flickered to look up at me. "I won't ever lie to you. I promise."
"I take promises seriously. You better not break them." Kiara sternly replied. Her hands felt soft in mine, and this warm feeling flowed through my body. Why did it feel so good to be around her?
"I know you said you don't date, but I would like to get to know you better. Even if it's just as friends," I softly remarked.
"As long as I get to fuck you when I want, then sure." Kiara shrugged.
"Okay. Deal." I nodded.
I knew Kiara probably just saw me as another of her fuckboys, but I was going to show her I was different. I didn't only want to be with her for sex. I just wanted her... all of her. I didn't know why exactly, but I planned to find out. Maybe love at first sight was real.
"Good." Kiara ran her finger over my lips. "Fuck, you have pretty lips." She smiled and squished my cheeks together so that my lips puckered open like a fish. Kiara then leaned in closer to me and placed a kiss on my lips. I wasn't sure how to feel, but I knew I found her utterly adorable.
Kiara moved her hands to my neck and kept her mouth against mine as she continued to kiss me. I slowly moved my body closer to her, and she leaned back against the arm of the couch. Our tongues explored each other's mouths hungrily like we were starved from the other's taste. I gripped onto her inner thigh, and she parted her legs to place them on either side of me.
My body was in between her legs as I leaned over her. I kept my weight on my arms as I didn't want to crush her. Her hands started to explore my body and found their way into my shirt. Her fingers caressed my chest and then made their way down to the button of my jeans. She quickly undid the button and ran her fingers over my dick, which twitched in response and grew harder.
"Wait..." I mumbled and pulled away from her. "Fuck, I can't believe I'm going to say this. I don't think we should continue."
"Why?" Kiara questioned and squeezed my dick. "Your hard boner says otherwise." She mischievously smiled.
"Uh, I badly want to just be inside you right now," I grunted and squeezed onto her right hip. "But, I don't want whatever we are to just be about sex."
Kiara seemed shocked by what I said like no one had told her that before. It made me sad that she had gotten used to having men just use her.
"Let me take you out." I offered and touched the side of her face as she sat up. My heart was racing as I anxiously waited for her response.
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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.