Free RAGE (The Rage Series Book 2) by MJ Riley Page A

was something she'd grown used to in the past week or two, and she felt immediately better when it was over.
                  Though both Leah and David eyed her with worried looks, she merely scowled at them both to ward of their questions and they went back to their pleasant conversation. For a moment, Charlotte watched them from her window seat, tamping down the little green monster of jealousy beginning to rear its ugly head. Then, she checked her messages from Addy. While the woman hardly approved of her spending time with David again, when Charlotte revealed to her exactly how the company had become the technological powerhouse it was, the executive had been disgusted at the depth of Emerson's deception. Adeline wasn't on David's side, per say, but she grudgingly agreed to let Charlotte go to the Bahamas to check on the paternity claim.
                  Honestly, it had been hard to draw even that much from her.
                 

Chapter Nine
     
                  The rest of the flight passed without a hitch. The three of them spent their first night on the island checking into the separate hotel rooms they'd reserved and having time to themselves. Charlotte, for her part, spent the evening on her private balcony, marveling at the beauty of the ocean, as waves crashed onto the beach. Though her wealthy father had afforded her many trips to beautiful locations, she suddenly felt free, no longer forced to please him at the drop of a hat.
                  In fact, she felt freer now than she had in a long time.
                  Everything had been taken from her, but her mind was clearer than it had been in ages. As soon as she and David cleared up the little matter they'd come for, she was going to return to the firm and start directing Causewell with a little more purpose. If the man wanted to pity her, he'd take her directives, and she'd make sure that her father couldn't do too much damage. She'd work the company her way from right under this nose. Hopefully by the time he realized it, she'd have Samson under her thumb.
                  David thought he had a way with the ladies? Well, she hadn't even begun to use her charms.
                  On another note, this island was absolutely gorgeous. Though Charlotte dimly remembered visiting it sometime in her youth, she thought it was much better appreciated as an adult. As they walked off the plane, she received flowers to put in her hair and wear around her neck. Marshall had booked them into one of the most amazing resorts and the customer service had been exemplary.
                  It was almost as if she was getting the vacation she had so craved.
                  She, Leah, and David had all been booked in private suites, each complete with its own bedroom, bathroom, kitchenette, and balcony with a beach view. And what a view. The weather was clear and calm, and the ocean was perhaps only twenty meters from the patio outside. If she tried really hard, she could pretend she was here to assuage her own personal desires and not to unravel another of her father's potential untruths. Ultimately, however, it wouldn't matter. She'd make her way back to the office and have Samson eating from the palm of her hand.
                  Sipping on a piña colada, she closed her eyes, relishing the thought. Even as she did, she had to struggle to picture Samson's face instead of David’s, and she found herself wondering what he was doing at this very instant—two doors down.
                  As if the heavens had somehow heard her inquiry, there came a sudden knock on her door. The young woman tore herself away from the lilting steel drum music that drifted up from below and the warm tropical breeze.             
                  It had better not be David. If he'd come expecting her to fall all over him, he had another thing