Free Wed to the Bad Boy by Kaylee Song

didn’t have a choice. “Dennis has been wanting one for over a year, and you know he has the fucking numbers to back it up. It would devastate us, even if we did win.”
    “When do we inform the bride of the good news?” I asked.
    “I suspect her uncle has already informed her.” My father crossed his arms and looked me over. “Had to marry you off some time. Might as well be in order to keep the peace.”
    I glared at him. I was his heir and the key to his legacy.
    “Good, now that that’s settled, we have some real business to get to.” He stood and walked by me. “You are needed down at headquarters.”
    Headquarters. My father was a property mogul. He bought up businesses, used them up as fast as he could, and kept many of them for cover. His longest lasting was chromium steel. But his most successful was the casino. It was his headquarters. The place where he conducted his business on a large scale. Drug trafficking, gun smuggling. You name it; that asshole dabbled in it. The mob had to, at least that was what he said. If we didn’t, we would get behind with the times. It was already going on around us; he just modernized us. Diversified our portfolio. Whatever. It was my empire to inherit, and I had to learn to run it. I had to take it over.
    If I could’ve burnt it to the ground, I would’ve.
    “Are you coming?” he asked from the door.
    “Yes, father.” I gritted my teeth as I said it and followed him. “Bring an extra change of clothes, the ones you have on are going to get messy.”
    Blood. He meant blood.
    This was my life.
     
     
     

 
     
    Joanna
     
    I rolled over to the find the bed empty, but that didn’t take away the luxury of it. No, I revelled in the blankets and the sunlight streaming in through the beautiful glass wall of the condo. I didn’t realize his bedroom had one too, last night we were far too busy for any of that. I just sighed and looked at it then around the room. It was empty. The whole apartment felt empty. No noise of someone moving about the place. No television or rustling of papers.
    I felt empty.
    I got up from the bed and looked down at the scene played out before me. My dress, that mask, his suit. It was all strewn about the place. The only evidence of what happened last night.
    Of all the things, he made me feel.
    I walked towards the bathroom and saw, in his chair, a set of neatly folded clothing and a note.
    I picked it up and smiled when I saw his handwriting.
    Have work this morning. Wanted to stay and hold you, but it couldn’t be helped. Fresh clothing for you. Stay as long as you like. I’d love to see you when I got home.
    I remembered what he said “I want you to live for my pleasure.” The rush of feeling that hit me in my center knew I wanted it too. I shouldn’t, I should not have wanted it. I should not have wanted the touch of his lips against mine. Against me. I should’ve avoided him. I had half a mind to walk out of there right now and never look back.
    But I knew in the end that I could fight and fight these feelings, but I wasn’t going to win. I was never going to win. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to see him.
    I wanted to know exactly who he was.
    I looked at the clothing he left for me. Along men’s t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. I could get home in that, but I didn’t know if I wanted to. I touched the place the mask bit into my flesh last night and remembered the way he kissed my cheek.
    I wanted to be right back there in that instant. Instead, I took his shirt to my face and breathed it in. I could still smell him, his detergent, his scent. Comfort complete.
    Then I set it down and walked into the master bath, my jaw dropping as I looked around. It was better than most spas I’d ever been in. Bigger than my entire apartment. My eyes set sight on the giant tub, big enough to fit two or three people and I had to stop from salivating. Dear lord, it was gorgeous. I knew what I was going to do until he got home. Forget my