One Night Stand With My Husband’s Brother

Those words felt like boulders in her mind the moment Chase pointed them out. But that meant nothing to her. Even if the world came crashing down, she would never let herself be involved with the Axfords ever again!

“I don’t care!” She snapped. “I’ll pay you that fine, even if I have to sell everything I own! I’ll terminate this contract even if I have to sell myself! And every valuable organ in my body! I would gladly do it!”

Her voice held the defensive tone of a cornered woman who would do anything to stay away from a threat.

Chase raked his gaze over her body, noting how beautiful she was, even when she was sending him death glares and resisting him with every fiber of strength in her body. That only made her more attractive to him.

More damn desirable.

Her pretty, creamy complexion was glowing. Her hazel eyes were brighter, framed by dark eyelashes that batted seductively each time she blinked. Her dark hair fell down her back in thick, shiny curls that looked perfect for Chase to roll into around his fist, grab and pull while he did the dirtiest things to her.

Her curves seemed to have filled out even more, since the last time he saw her. Soft and full in the right places, tiny and slender in other places.

Her legs and thighs were long and shapely in those pants, and they would fit perfectly around him, over his neck… anywhere he wanted them to be. Not just her legs, but her entire small, feminine body.

He could easily overpower her, and show her what she had been missing all these years. Make her yearn, surrender and beg, just like in his X-rated dreams about her.

She was so small, standing in front of him right now, that he just wanted to grab her and pull her into the cage of his body. Under him.

Where she belonged.

Her softness pressed against his hardness, in the most sensual sync.

He had fought the desire to see her and hold her again all these years. He had known she was in North Dakota, but couldn’t bring himself to go there. He was tormented by his thoughts and desire for her, in the day, and at night.

Every moment of the day.

She haunted his dreams. It was maddening how she could have so much power over him when they were miles apart. It was angering how strongly he wanted her when she had abandoned him.

At some point, he finally had enough and decided to go meet her face to face. But then he found out that she was no longer there.

Just like that, all traces of her disappeared.

Until he saw her signature on one of the design entries in his hotel, leading him back to her again. He had found her again.

He looked back at her eyes to see the anger in them. He let out a dark chuckle. “This is how you’ll pay for using me, and then disappearing without a damn word.”

She trembled, “I’ll pay you back. I will never work for, or with you, Chase! You cannot force me to do this! I will never allow it!” There was such a fierceness and stubbornness injected in her words that surprised Chase.

He was taken aback by how she stood her ground, even after hearing the consequences of trying to terminate the contract.

It was so different from how her disposition years ago. When she was married to Jeffery. Chase’s jaw clenched at the thought of that major moron. He hated Jeffery, and he knew Mackenzie probably hated him too.

After all, he had an idea of what a hellhole their marriage was. Yet, Mackenzie never showed so much obstinateness or fierceness to protect herself back then.

Unlike right now, where she was ready to do anything. Like someone who had something important, more important than her own self, to defend and protect.

She turned around and reached again for the door, pulling it and it surprising opened. It was somehow unlocked again. She paused and glanced at Chase one more time, “Let’s not meet again, Chase Axford. Please tell your assistant to send me the account details. I’ll do my best to pay for breaching the so-called contract.”

She turned back around and stormed out.

*************

Mackenzie went back the way she came, and found herself down in the garage. There was the exit up ahead, so she increased her pace towards it.

When she got there, she met Chase’s assistant right there, as if she had been waiting all along. Mackenzie tried to ignore her and walk past, but Nora held out another copy of the contract papers. She paused, staring at the papers.

The nerve.

It was all so unfair. They played her dirty, making copies of the contract without her even being aware of it. She even got locked in that room with Chase, and the door was conveniently unlocked when he had already kissed her.

She should have been better prepared. These were rich and powerful people, and they always played dangerous games just to get what they want. Always several steps ahead of the average person.

Mackenzie felt outsmarted and swindled into this situation. She made to walk away when Nora spoke up, motioning to a sleek black car slowly moving forward. “That’s your ride home, Miss Torsney.”

“I don’t need your ride.” She said. “I know my way around Greensville.”

“My boss would be mad if you go on your own, Miss Torsney.” Nora insisted.

Mackenzie snapped at her, “I don’t care what your boss thinks!” She turned around and walked away.

When she finally got outside the massive building, she was immediately hit by the loud, bustling sounds of the megacity. She froze on her feet, looking up and around her at the gigantic skyscrapers that reached up into the clouds.

The noise, the sounds of vehicles on the large highways, the large billboards… the wealth. Everything hit her all at once that she felt claustrophobic. She was right in the heart of Greensville. And she began to panic.

The only thought on her mind, was to get out of here as fast a possible. So she tried to cross the road, only to let out a shocked gasp when a car screeched in front of her.

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Chase stepped out of the Lamborghini and moved to catch her hand with his, making her follow him to the passenger seat. He opened the door and nudged her in. She was still in shock and disorientation so she couldn’t put up a fight.

Once she was seated, Chase leaned over her to fasten her seatbelt. Her hazel eyes flitted over him, face heating up as she was overwhelmed by his masculine musk. Unable to breathe in anything else but his cool scent. And that did unexplainable things to her body.

A primal desire suddenly pulled at Mackenzie, filling her with the urge to grab his strong shoulders, bury her face in his neck and inhale him. But she snapped out of it, averting her gaze when his blue eyes calmly met hers.

Chase knew exactly what he was doing to her. How his closeness was making her feminine hormones rage and protest, wanting to become one with him. Wanting to enjoyed by him.

He leaned away and placed one hand on the door. His tone was flat. “Few minutes after storming out on me, you nearly got yourself killed. What were you thinking walking into a busy highway like that? You should be really proud of yourself, Mackenzie. What would your father say?”

He closed the door and walked around to the driver’s seat. Mackenzie was still wondering if he really just scolded her, when he got in and closed the door.

He glanced sideways at her. “You sounded so confident up there, for someone who nearly panicked herself into an accident a minute ago.”

He fully turned to gaze at her, steel strength infused in every word he uttered. “Don’t try to run away, Mackenzie. You can’t . You will not. I will chase you to the ends of the earth, Mackenzie. I will chase you, capture you and make you surrender till every part and fiber of your mind, body and soul is mine alone.”

Chase was dead sure of it. He did not believe in fate, in coincidences or luck. He believed in fighting for whatever you want, never giving in, or giving up till you get it.

That was Mackenzie to him. It was set in stone. She was already his. She just hadn’t realized it yet.

“Mine to have. Mine to keep.” His sea blue eyes darkened with determination. “I will not give up till I make you mine, mine and mine again.”