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This was bad. The rumor mill had begun and there was no stopping it. Once a story like this got out about a guy, his reputation was destroyed. And with the picture the tabloids had painted about me already, I wasn’t going to find any sympathy with the public. I was just another guy exploiting women and they were going to fucking hang me for it.

“This is exactly what I was afraid of, Rufus!”

“Shit, boss. Maybe kidnapping a girl in broad daylight wasn’t the right move at a time like this? Or ever…”

“Fuck yourself, Rufus,” I snapped. “Get off my dick and start coming up with ideas on how we fix this. If I go down, you go down too!”

I hung up and almost threw my phone across the room. My heart was racing. This was the worst possible thing that could happen to a guy in my position. I’d just taken over the company. People were waiting for me to fuck up—looking for reasons to hate me, and this bitch blogger had just given them the ultimate one.

I’d just taken my first step into a new life, and now I was on the verge of losing everything.

Chapter Eleven

Gwen

Kai’s kitchen was fit for a king, which I suppose was fitting as he was one. King of his domain, a multi-national, multi-billion-dollar company. I’m sure his status was attractive to tons of women, especially those who just wanted him for his money, but that wasn’t me. Of course the house was beautiful, and if I’d been paying attention to the cars he’d used to kidnap me with, I’m sure they would have been incredible too. But even if Kai never spent a penny on me for the rest of my life, I’d be happy with him. Material things are fun, but they’re nothing without something else.

Without a connection. Without commitment. Without love.

And that’s what was happening between Kai and me. A feeling so strong it had come out of nowhere and completely blindsided me, shattering my old world forever. Smiling, I opened the enormous refrigerator and pulled out a carton of eggs and some orange juice. I’d never made breakfast for anybody, and even though Kai hadn’t asked me to, I wanted to do it for him.

I wanted to do a lot for him—everything, in fact. For the first time in my life, I felt sexy. His eyes had been on me when I walked away from him before. I could practically feel them tracing every one of my curves, but instead of making me feel shy, embarrassed or uncomfortable, I was turned on.

My body had power over him, the way he had complete power over me. His dick was hard because of me. I was the object of his desire…his doll, and all I wanted to do now was please him. There was nothing I would deny him. He didn’t even have to ask.

Just take me, Kai, I thought. You already have…

“Kai?” I called out. “Do you like your eggs fried or scrambled?”

Silence.

“Or fertilized? Like mine?”

More silence. I guess he didn’t like my joke. I retraced my footsteps across the enormous kitchen back to the main room of the house to find Kai leaning against the far wall, displaying his incredible back and physique to me. Boy, did he have a butt on him! Even his legs were sculpted. He looked like he could squat 400 pounds.

“Kai—”

But then I saw it. His fists balled up against the wall like any second he might snap and shatter it with a single blow.

Something was wrong.

“Baby, what is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

It took a long time for him to turn and face me, but when I saw the expression on his face, I knew it was serious.

“A…story has broken about me and my company,” he replied.

“What kind of story? Don’t they write enough about you already?”

“They do, but this is different. This time it isn’t a rumor about who I’m dating or what car I bought last week. It’s a smear campaign and it might be enough to bring down everything my father built and left for me.”

My heart began to race. An attack on Kai was an attack on me. I stepped quickly up to his side and put a hand on his strong shoulder.

“Tell me what happened!”

“This blogger—some girl on the internet who hates me for some reason—put out a story saying that Goddesses of Ecstasy has been exploiting girls, possibly underage, and then…”

His voice trailed off, as though whatever he was about to say was too hard for me to hear.

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