Page 24 of The Revenge Plan

She moaned when I flicked and twisted my nipple. I felt my belt buckle loosen and looked down. She was about to dig into my pants when I removed her hand. I would come in her hand immediately if she touched me.

Mine dove into her slacks and found her hot, wet pussy. “Fuck,” I muttered against her neck. I unzipped the slacks and pushed them down. The panties followed. I slipped a finger slid inside her while another rubbed her clit. It was her turn to moan.

“Caiden,” she whispered. Her lips traveled down my neck, giving me little bites as she rode my fingers. I felt her hands on my cock and once again, I pushed them away. “No. Not yet.” I could feel her orgasm approaching and continued torturing her. “Caiden,” she said again and came apart in my arms as my kiss swallowed her screams.

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“I can’t believe we’re still in the parking lot of a fashion show,” Hailey said after a while. Our clothes were still skewed, and our limbs still entangled.

“I would have thought you’d be experienced in the arena of public sex.” As I said the words, I felt her stiffen on top of me. She pushed herself off and began righting her clothes. I did the same as I felt the mood shift. The session was clearly over.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Did I exaggerate?” Her sudden protests were odd considering her reputation. Not that I cared.

“If only you knew—” she paused, then shook her head, “you know what? It doesn’t matter.” Once she was certain her clothes were proper, she sat straight and crossed her arms, “Can we go now?”

“If I knew what?” I was suddenly curious to hear the end of that statement.

“Doesn’t matter. Let’s go.”

I knocked on the roof and the driver got in. “Take me to the office,” I said to him, “but first, drop off Mrs. Scott at the hotel.”

When we got there, and she got out of the car, I felt an odd compulsion to pull her back in. It overwhelmed me so much that I stopped her. She stared back at me with her big beautiful eyes that made her look more innocent than she was. I was so dumbstruck, I said the first thing that came to mind, “Just because I’m leaving you alone doesn’t mean I’ve given you leeway to party up in Paris. I’m only here for business,” she rolled her eyes, “and I don’t want my name linked to anything other than the deal. Is that clear?”

She glared at me. I could tell she had a thousand retorts on her tongue, but when she spoke, she only said, “Yes, master. Anything else?” The sarcasm didn’t escape me.

“If you want to go shopping or whatever, you can call the concierge. They can get you a car.”

“Cool,” she said. Then she extended her palm.

I frowned. “What?”

“Credit card. If I’m going to shop, I need money, don’t I?”

Distaste filled my mouth. She was getting an allowance that should be more than adequate for her needs. I sighed and took out a platinum card and gave it to her.

She smiled sweetly, though it felt like she was hiding something. “Thank you.” She left me feeling like I had missed an obvious clue. Whatever. I didn’t have time to think about it when I had a deal to push through.

I went to our Paris offices and got to work immediately to rid her out of my mind. It was a struggle. I attended a few meetings with the regional staff to see how business was doing. It was all a blur. All I could think about was one brunette with the face of an angel. The need to get out of my chair and go back to the hotel and shut us in for the rest of the stay was overwhelming. I was getting hard at the mere thought of our impromptu make-out session, and I was in the middle of a goddamn meeting.

Even though the feeling was intense, another feeling crept in. Self-loathing. I was lusting after the person who killed my brother. What did that make me? But would he blame me if I enjoyed her just this once?

As soon as the meeting ended, an assistant of mine came with a tablet in her hand. “Mr. Scott,” she said, “you might want to see this,” and handed me the tablet.

I swore when I saw what was on it.

13

Ipushed the overflowing bags of clothes and shoes aside to make space and threw myself onto it. I was tired and the shopping binge had not achieved the desired satisfaction. After he left, I had gone to all the best shops and bought tons of designer clothes, shoes, and purses on his cursed credit card to piss him off. Only to later realize it would not piss him off, probably. Why would it when he was a literal billionaire? I might as well return everything and was thinking of doing so when Caiden burst through the door and marched into the suite. He looked livid.

“What the fuck where you up to?”

Or maybe it did. I sat up with renewed interest and watched him as he surveyed around the room taking in all the bags lying on the bed and on the floor. “You couldn’t stop at this, you had to take it the extra mile.”

I got up. “Whatever are you talking about? I did simple shopping, that’s all.”

“Does simple shopping include buying the entire stock of your—my rival company’s store?”

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