AXEL WHITE.
Unlike the others who ended up on my bed, she didn't know who I was. I had been a regular at the club for as long as forever; somehow, she didn't know me. I still remember how terrified she looked when she saw me, and she didn't even tell me her name.I had gone to Club Aqua to knock myself out, as always. Why feel when there was something for numbing? Alcohol, parties, and cunt owners– my mantra. I was on my second bottle of whiskey when she approached me. My eyes were barely open.It was a cinematic experience, proving that the USA accommodated all kinds of crazy people. The memories of that night remained etched in my mind like a nightmare.How she'd walked up to me and asked for my contact, and things took a sudden, wild turn. I remembered vividly how she ended up on my legs, my lips, hot and urgent on hers, and she pressed against me.How intoxicating the feel of her body against mine was. Not to mention the urgent ride to my hotel when I tried not to rip off her clothes in the lobby.Whoever that lady was, she was a new taste, something to keep at the tip of my fingers for when I needed her again. The thought of the night made me hard—It was a new sensation.Maybe I should have taken asking for her contact seriously. But I knew she'd be back, of course. They always do. I liked it when I occupied a spot in people's minds. I'd most likely never see her again, not like I cared, but of all my one-night stands, this one had been the most memorable.I snickered when I remembered every other thing she did after we fucked— four fucking times.Who the fuck tried the play hide and seek in a hotel room? I could barely put her to sleep when she yelled about wanting to go back to her uncle's bookstore. It was comedic!Rather than a one-night stand that it was supposed to be, it became more of a babysitting job. I had to nurture the strange creature to sleep— with a hard-on— so she stopped yelling like someone being strangled. I also couldn't understand how she begged for her hair to be braided, at 3 am!It was a crazy mixture of pleasure and comedy— but I knew which I loved more. I'd like to have her in between my legs one more time.Or more.I sighed frustratedly; I should have ignored her request the moment she walked up to me. That's all for the strange New Yorker whom, frankly, I didn't care about. I had other businesses to attend to, like the Yacht party Sebastian was holding today. There would be so much to see.The door creaked and swung open while I sat in my room, groaning as he walked in. Of course, his choking perfume filled the entire room–as always. I didn't know any more ways to convince my brother that he smelled like petrol every time he walked into a room.My lips curved into a smile when I saw the frustrated look on his face. Asher fell into the bed beside me, dropping the suitcase he held. I didn't need soothsayers to know that today's meeting didn't go the way he wanted; not like he even wanted the meeting at all."Well, isn't it James fucking Bond?" I downed the rest of the whiskey in the cup I held, wincing as it burned my throat. The burn was the highlight of it."Isn't it Mr. Fucking Bean," Asher responded tiredly, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "Let's hope you didn't have such an eventful day like I did."Oh, I had quite an eventful day. I ended up with a drunk girl who had the same level of crazy as a rabid dog. I grimaced as I thought about it. That one was indeed crazy."Well, depends on what you define eventful as. I had quite the day, but we'd get to that. How did the meeting with Mercury go? Was Father proud of you as always?" I asked, a smirk plastered on my face as his brows furrowed.Asher was beginning to hate his life as I did mine, but I was the prodigal son, after all.From the time we were little, I'd learned to ignore the favoritism our father shamelessly displayed. Asher was the definition of perfect. Like any heir to conglomerates, he had it all, the brains, the looks, and the ability to sort things reasonably. I, on the other hand, lived my life on cruise ships and in clubs. This earned me a title from my father, 'the bastard' had been my nickname since I turned fourteen. Not like I minded. It was better than being forced into marriage with a girl that knew nothing but fame.Mercury was the only daughter of AULA, the most influential fashion brand in the entire USA, and her family being in a relationship with mine—solely based on business and a sprinkle of fake concern for each other's wellbeing—has caused them to derive a conclusion that it was better their kids got married.Not me; it could never be. Asher and Mercury, two big conglomerates with plans to form a merger in the near future. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason for this when we had enough. My family could donate millions to every hospital and nursing homes around the world and still remain billionaires.Sometimes, being rich was more of a curse. The thirst for more rarely got quenched."I hated it, of course. Mercury is basically glue in human form; no matter how hard I tried, she wouldn't let go of my arm," he stretched his arm out and made a hurting face as he sat up, unbuttoning his suit. "But that wasn't the highlight of the day.""So you didn't fuck her yet? I'm beginning to think you're impotent, Kid." I arched my brows. "What's the highlight?"Asher rolled his eyes, undoing his cufflinks."So I went to visit Mr. Mike, right?" He watched my confused expression and groaned when he realized I didn't know what he was talking about, "Mr. Mike, the one who got severely injured during the building construction. This is why you should come by the office more often, Axel."I nodded, knowing quite well I had no intentions to, and he continued."He was at a smaller hospital and refused to go to ours for reasons best known to him. He wouldn't even see me, and his lawyer threatened to sue. That's not the point, but I went back in my car, taking a few minutes to regulate my thoughts when this lady hopped in and yelled for me to drive.""Oh wow, a random... person?"He nodded. "She was so frantic, and I had no choice but to drive; it turns out she worked at AULA and had mistaken me for an Uber."I burst into a row of laughter, imagining what it would have felt like for Asher. Of course, he never would have said no. Asher was too considerate to do that."You should have kicked her out. Did she recognize you later?" I quizzed. It was hard not to since his face was plastered everywhere in this country. "I think you just met the love of your life, bro. How very Hollywood."He shrugged, "I thi. Also also, love could go fuck itself. Mercury arrived at that moment and I didn't want a conversation.""You mean your wife-to-be? How did she look today?"His expression folded into a frown, and he adjusted his tie, "I'm looking for ways to make the merger possible without having to...you know. She's shallow, an embodiment of everything I didn't like, but I have to play along for now...""It's easy; just disobey your father and run away." I poured myself another glass, and Asher snatched it, gulping it down in a go."There has to be another way, and he's your father too. Who knows, if you had shown the tiniest bit of interest in his business, you'd be the one to Mercury and live happily ever after in a ditch in Samoa."Only I got to see this side of my brother, the side that defied orders and said the things he wanted to without the choking perfection he was leashed with."Well, I'm glad I didn't.""What about you? Did one of your 'ladies' traumatize Bridget again?"Poor Bridget, she always seems to walk in during one of my...'sessions.'"No, I was with a pet this morning. I've had enough ladies for this week." I sighed as I remembered the lady from earlier."A pet?" Asher echoed, looked at me questioningly and I nodded."I don't even want to hear any traumatizing stories. Just make sure you get Bridget a nanny that won't quit so fast. Someone with thick skin who will handle her well."I hummed a response, and he walked out, leaving me to sort out finding a nanny for my grandmother, who, more or less, is a delusional witch, but she's adorable.She bites sometimes, but still adorable.EVANGELINE MILLER"No, I didn't get fired. Thank you for asking!" I yelled as I kicked my shoes off and dipped my feet into the blue flip-flops by the door. Harper just stared, waiting for me to let it out as always. She sat up, monk style, on a bean bag with her phone, of course, then gently placed it by her side.I took off my jacket and flung it across the room. I didn't see what it landed on, but there was a crashing sound that I was going to check later when I felt saner.Right now, the weight of the world rested on my shoulders, I was beginning to feel like I walked out of the marvel dictionary and the writers were trying to dump heart-wrenching backstories on me, so when I finally become a murderous villain on the loose, there would be some sort of justification for it.I sighed, unbuttoning my shirt too. I tore it off, falling to my bed in nothing but a singlet and a trouser so tight around the waist, I could almost not breathe."Spill, Hun. What part of the Hollywood story a
AXEL WHITE. *Readers' discretion advised* "No, don't. Don't do that," I said sternly as I pulled Savanna off me as she tried to place her lips on mine. Her hands were everywhere, all over me. Bold of her to think I'd get kissed by a whore. "Why?" She quizzed breathlessly, genuinely baffled. "Kneel down and suck me off. That's why you're here." She knelt before me while I sat at the edge of the king-sized bed. It dipped, giving in to my weight. The room had fallen into a hush, accompanied by the soft glow of light that came from the chandelier above, casting an orange hue over the room and thereby accentuating the raunchy atmosphere. My nose was filled with the smell of whiskey and weed— although pungent, but I was too high, too drunk to mind. My body jolted in response when Savanna's hasty fingers crawled up my thighs, urgently finding my belt and unbuckling it. I leaned back and arched up, sucking air with my teeth as I allowed her the chance to rip the trouser off me. "Lik
ARSHER "Is there somewhere else you'd like to go before returning to the suite?" my PA asked as we exited the hall. I dismissed with a wave as I reached for my blaring phone from my breast pocket as we descended the stairs. The worst meetings to participate in were the ones about mergers. It was both physically and mentally draining. My PA shuffled behind me, taking long strides to keep up with mine. Isaac was both my PA and driver, so he moved closer to the parked car and clicked it open with the remote. I motioned for him to wait as I checked my phone. It displayed an ongoing ring from Axel. I was surprised since he rarely ever called, and whenever he did, it wasn't always for a good reason. I sucked in air through my teeth, contemplating whether or not I wanted the rest of my day to be ruined by whatever Axel has to say. "What did you do this time?" I said as his voice came from the other end, livelier than usual. "Did you get it? My present for you. I know the merger was a su
ASHER."Oh, my fucking god!" Mercury yelled as she stared at the car and the scratches on it. The kid stood about a foot away, looking the most terrified I'd ever seen anyone.He'd gone pale with the thoughts of the things that were going to happen to him. The car was a ridiculously expensive one. From my point of view, this was one of the most unfortunate things to happen to anyone.She shot her head up after going around the car, examining every dent and every streak that had been altered by the poor kid's bike. Mercury looked at me, then at the kid."Did you do this!?" She asked. Her voice was breathy and hushed, barely louder than a whisper.The kid— who seemed to grow shorter as time went by— moved his lips as if to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, as expected. He responded with a stiff nod before looking at me, and I noticed how hard he fought back tears. Judging from his look, he looked aged within the range of fifteen to seventeen, way too young to be dip
EVANGELINE."NO, NO, NO!" I yelled out loud as I dropped my phone on the bed next to me. On a lovely Saturday like this one, on which I'd made plans to sleep in, I was met the most devasting call of my life.So devastating that I felt bike rise in my throat immediately. It was simpler when Marcus called and explained to me an accident that he'd gotten into. It was a car, fine. How expensive could it be to the point of scaring him out of his mind?I should have asked him the model before another call came in from a certain Mr. Isaac asking if I'd be chanced to talk about the repair process. That wasn't all, and he also mentioned the name of the car to be a Bugatti.I took my phone again and typed hastily. "Bugatti la Voiture noire," I muttered in the most ridiculous accent I could ever come up with, and the search popped up, feeding my eyes with results I wasn't sure I wanted to see.I scrolled through the search feeds and saw several photos of the vehicle in question alongside the wor
EVANGELINE.I pulled out another sweatpant from the myriad of choices happily showcasing themselves in my wardrobe. I flung it to Harper on the bed, and she dropped her phone, repositioning herself as she looked at it.Harper squinted. "You're gonna wear this?" She threw it back to me. "Pick something better, Mrs Mismatched! I told you the family is kind of a big deal. My friend wouldn't reveal their last name till you get there."Yes, I applied for the sitting job— after making up certain skills that I may or 'may not' possess. It shouldn't be hard since I have babysat a few times. Only the size was different."Miss! Do I look like a Mrs!? Why is everyone calling me that?"Harper shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone assumes every gorgeous lady is a Mrs. It lies in the elegance.""Oh, that's better. I feared I was getting old." I picked up the sweatpant and examined it again. "This is my best though. Why do you make it seem like it's the worst thing ever?""Probably because it is!" Harp
EVANGELINE."White? Axel White? The- White??" I asked, bewildered, barely trying to hide my confusion. The walls seemed to shrink around me, and I felt like the most miniature thing in the room.Axel, with his hands still in the towel, turned around and came to sit opposite me. His eyes ushered me back into my seat. I picked up the purse I didn't realize I had dropped and clutched it tight."So…" Axel's hoarse voice broke through the silent air. He finally pulled the towel off his hair and placed it on the couch, then he reached the table next to him and picked up the piece of paper on it. "Did you lose the glasses? I must say…that was the only reason I didn't recognize you.""Uh-?"He studied the paper. "The passport you applied with. You look like a nerd in it, contrary to the wild personality I was opportune to meet, Evangeline.""That w-was uhm-" I gulped hard. For no fucking reason, I could feel the heat creeping up my face, and I hoped it wasn't obvious. "That picture has exis
AXEL.Today was a Monday, and as ridiculous as the scheduling sounded, it was the day my father had chosen to always have a family dinner. Ever since that arrangement had been made, I'd always found ways to run away from it.I was irked by the sight of him. It made no sense at all. He had a house with my mother where he was in an immeasurable amount of comfort but still chose to make ludicrous arrangements like this one.Leaving today wouldn't be possible since we needed to talk about Esther and her newly found nanny, whose face had become imprinted in the walls of my mind. Even though our interaction was the shortest, something stuck. Evangeline seemed like my newest escapade; I'd settle that when she resumes her work by the weekend.If she was easy enough, I could have my way with her. No, I would have my way with her. There wasn't a girl who was different when I was involved. Even the ones that say they are different turned out the same.The only addition was how much of an excitin