Screaming His Forbidden Nickname
Ever since the Hawthorne family's lawyer told me I wasn't their biological daughter, but the orphan of a deceased business rival, Damien, my technical brother and the ruthless heir to the Hawthorne Group, had built a wall of ice between us.
His distance was suffocating.
Just as I was about to accept a CEO position at an overseas branch to escape New York City forever, I hacked into his off-limits private computer. Inside was an encrypted folder filled with audio recordings of his therapy sessions:
"Fuck! After her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. She's not a little girl anymore. Her womanly charm is like a fine whiskey—fiery, intoxicating. It's driving me to the edge."
"Today, at the board meeting, I nearly dragged her out of her chair and kissed her senseless in front of the entire board."
"The way she threw that punch at the charity boxing match... all I wanted was to pin her against the ropes and take her, hard, from behind."
"If she dares call me 'Dami' with that innocent look in her eyes again, I swear I'll get her pregnant with my heir and announce it at the next Hawthorne Group press conference for the whole world to see!"
I slammed the laptop shut. That night, I let my long hair down, slipped into one of his custom-made white dress shirts—and nothing else—and strode into his bedroom.
"I'm in charge now, Dami," I whispered, my voice a low purr. "And you are going to please me."
ManyWriters · Fantasy
Why you no English. WHY YOU NO ENGRISH. This novel does not speak it