LOGINI need to sweep any saved digital copies." Carlton adds, his voice tight."Get in." Carlton slides into the passenger seat, handing his phone to Rooke in the driver’s seat. The car roars out of the compound."What could be making our dear, emotion constipated Banks so angry?" Anthony sing songs, typing fast on his phone. "There it is!" He screams and I pull down my tie. "This is brutal. Little thing is quite feisty " Anthony comments, grinning at his screen. I yank his phone from him. It’s a live stream. I see Eleanor yanking another woman’s hair. I see the flash of camera phones. The sheer public spectacle is making my blood boil."Why are we not there yet Rooke?""He won't fly tiger. This is a car not superpower ""Quiet Anthony ""Always rude." "We are moving as fast as possible, sir." Rooke replies, stepping on the gas. "You rudely ignore me, Banks." My eyes turn red on the screen. Someone slaps Eleanor. The sound is a sharp crack through the tiny speaker. All the blood in my
Banks’s POV - The Hour of the Ambush> Mine: I can’t come to your office, Banks. I’ll come to the penthouse instead.> Me: Send your location, Anor, or have Vandiver bring you over now.I look at the text I sent exactly twenty seconds ago. No reply. The silence is irritating. I run my hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders ratcheting up another notch."...Profit share has increased by another 244% since the Prince’s successful high-risk escort operation. Several other ruling families from Asia and Eastern Europe are already inquiring about our services." My Chief Operating Officer continues his presentation, pointing at the projection."Excellent." I praise them and seats shift, gazes locking on me. Eleanor still doesn't reply"When are the recruits coming?" I send more texts. Mind totally clocked out of this meeting. I need her with me. Last night was when we saw each other because I had an impromptu meeting"Thirty got stationed today " someone reply me and I nod, trying
Banks voice cuts through the chaos like a thunderclap. I look toward the door, my heart stopping. Banks is walking or flying toward me, his face a mask of absolute, terrifying fury. Directly behind him is a very familiar, grim-looking Carlton, and beside him... a tall, strikingly handsome.... That wicked smirk and arrogant posture belongs to a very familiar person I doubt should be here.The crowd instantly parts like the Red Sea. The girl I am holding starts sobbing, stretching her hand towards Banks."M-Mr. Wellington..." the minion stammers on the floor, her voice shaking violently as she adjusts her ruined clothes, standing up. "She was..." My grip loosen on them and the minion push me down. I fall onto the floor as my gaze lock on Banks."Eleanor!" Dean screams, I catch him rushing forward."Don't you dare touch her" Banks order, halting Dean's step.'What's Banks doing here?' He reaches down, his large hands immediately lifting me from the floor. My stomach flip flop at the shee
"I'll make sure to have every single one of you sued for defamation of character," he warns, his voice thick, loud, and vibrating with authority. The women flinch slightly, but who seems like the ringleader; a woman I recognize as one of Montana’s loyal minions from the charity luncheon, steps forward."We... I mean, it’s the truth! She came between a married couple!" My chest beats painfully fast against my ribs at the wrong accusation."I didn't!" I scream, slamming my hands on the table as I stand up. The nearby patrons scramble back, dragging their chairs away from the sudden explosion."Lady Montana and Mr. Wellington were happily married until you came along and forced your voluptuous, loud body onto him!" Montana. Montana. Montana. It is always her name."Says who?!" I step out from behind the table, my vision tunneling."They were divorced long before I met him!" I feel more eyes turn toward us. Most of the people in this section are faces I recognize from my driving class and
There is something about Banks Wellington that drives me insane. The fact that he can drive me insane with just his words, touch, or his mere presence,it's terrifying and overwhelming. He is overwhelming, even now. He sends me a crying sticker because he wants to know where I am and what I am doing, but he can’t track me because I explicitly told him to stop hacking into systems to monitor my whereabouts and just trust that I'm fine."You're smiling." I drop my phone, my lips instantly tightening as I look up at the sound of Ecclesiastes's voice."Sorry, it’s just...""Your Dom." My throat tightens and my body freeze at the tense way he says the word 'Dom'. Before I can breathe, my phone pings. Then again, and again."You can take it," he permits and that sounds wrong. I don't need his permission to check my own device, but I ignore the slight irritation and look down at the screen.>Banks: I remember being the one who gives the rules in this relationship, Anor.>Banks: You should be
"It's okay to break the rules because you're my woman" He trails it down between my ass crack," I allowed it. I told you to do just that." the thick bulge of his cock poking directly against my entrance."But each time you go overboard," He presses it a bit deeper,"you will remember exactly what happened here, and you will learn to restrain yourself." Both the knife and his cock making my body throb more in need."Okay, Mas... Baaaanks!" I concur but shriek out as he thrusts the steel handle of the knife inside my pussy in one violent motion,"Mas..yeeess" I lift my ass up with a scream, then he pulls entirely back out,making me fall flat."I need more. Please, please fuck me," I beg, lifting my ass toward him, but he isn't there. My palms smear against the glass as I shake my head. My heart beats frantically as I notice a few heads in the lounge below turn upward, as if they heard my cry."I'll take you, but you need to learn," he says, trailing the flat of the knife lower, the met
That’s my girl.“This is entirely ridiculous,” she whispers as she closes the distance between them.I can’t believe the fucker is actually still standing there waiting for her. Doesn’t he have a telecom network or a business
Eleanor is laughing with a man.The live camera feed from her tracking detail shows her throwing her outside a perfume store. Her head forward, mouth open in a wide, uninhibited grin, while her soft, small palm covers her lips. She is laughing with a strange man who is looking down at her
"Every Friday to Sunday at three p.m., you have your lessons,” the receptionist says. I nod, absorbing the schedule. "The course takes exactly six weeks. Then you’ll sit for your practical exam and get your driver's license.”I hold back a massive smile. I am finally doing this. I am learning how
“When do you land?” I question Roland as I step out of the boutique I hid into to get something catchy for myself... And okay.. My master“Two weeks.” He shifts the bags he is carrying: his own and Zara’s, because he has been carrying her things since she was four years old and will probably contin







