Viscious, cruel, cold -- those are just some of the words used to describe Jade Von Kaiser, the sole heiress to the Von Kaiser fortune. Working alongside her father, she has proven to be the only one worthy of the title, and she doesn't care who she...
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The sound of my alarm pierced into one of the most restful sleeps I've had in a long time. Having Dylan's rhythmic heartbeat next to me gave me a sense of comfort that made every worry I had melt away. Everything just felt better when he held me in his arms, and I couldn't remember a time when I felt happier.
I frowned when I realized the space next to me was empty. Dylan must've gone back to his room to change. I fiddled with my phone in an attempt to turn off the alarm and angled my body to leave the bed. My muscles ached from the rough way Dylan had handled me the night before, and my lips curled into a smile thinking of the unforgiving way he violated me. He was simply too perfect. The way his eyes narrowed with control, his mischievous smirk, and his low, demanding voice— I loved all of it.
I walked into the shower, ignoring the soreness of my body. The red marks were still on my wrists, some of it having gotten darker into a purple color. I bit my bottom lip, thinking of the satisfying stinging of the belt against my skin. I finished my shower quickly, eager to see Dylan again.
We only had one meeting today with a new client we didn't know much about. Father had dropped them on us short notice without many details, so we had to go into this blind. But Dylan was quick on his feet, and I knew he would find a way to talk whoever it was into working with us.
I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, tucking some of the shorter hair at the front behind my ears with clips. I put on some light eye makeup and nude lipstick, admiring the freckles I used to hate. In the past month, Dylan made a habit of staring at me. Maybe he did so before, too, but he had become way more obvious about it. Many times, he complimented my freckles, comparing them to stars. It was usually followed by something dirty or sarcastic, but I knew he meant what he said.
I walked back into the bedroom in a towel, noting the fragments of a lacy tank top on the ground. I sighed as I picked it up. That simple piece of clothing had cost me around $1500 dollars, and Dylan destroyed it like it was nothing. He did have a point. I had enough money to buy a million of these and still have enough to buy them for my children and my children's children, but I couldn't tear myself away from the numbers that consumed my entire life. Maybe I should just start wearing breakaway clothing around Dylan from now on.
I pulled on a pair of high-waisted tan, wide slacks and a one shoulder cream colored crop top that hugged my body so tightly, it looked as if it was painted on. I glanced down at my wrists one more time and put on a few diamond tennis bracelets in an attempt to hide them. Once I had everything with me, I made the elevator ride down to the floor below.
After a few knocks on Dylan's hotel room, I began to worry when no one answered. I knocked some more, this time with urgency. Dylan opened the door just a crack and eyed me up and down. He still looked like a mess despite the fact that he most likely left hours prior.
"Come back later. I'm busy," he said sternly before shutting the door in my face. I stood there stunned, unable to comprehend what just happened. My shock turned into anger as I went over a million scenarios in my head. My impatience translated into more aggressive knocking. Dylan opened the door slightly once more.
