A Tempting Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #1)

by Jessa Wilder

It had been the perfect solution and one I desperately needed today after Miss Hart brushed back her pale pink hair, leaned over the conference room table, pinned me with her fierce gaze, and demanded I pay attention to her. As if I wasn’t already. As if she wasn’t the entire reason I was in that meeting to begin with.

Starting off cooked huh 💀

Men in my position do not attend day-to-day meetings, but other men in my position aren’t obsessed with their pixie-like employees. She’s young and fresh with a spark of life I have no business coveting. I would ruin her the second I touched her. The blood that permanently stains my hands would coat her, slowly dirtying her every inch until it snuffed out her light. But fuck me, I wanted to reach over the table and capture her mouth when she’d hissed out, “Yes, Sir,” with one raised eyebrow.

I know what u are

I grunt out in frustration, ready to pull her off my dick and give up on tonight, when the conference room door opens, and a gasp rings through the space. Misty stands in the doorway, the light from the hall illuminating half her face.

Ofc 😒

She should be disgusted, but my girl’s captivated.

Bro it’s chapter one and him calling her my girl is alr making me fold 💀

I can’t stop myself from touching her, and I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, freeing it from her abuse, then dip the tip inside. Her soft tongue runs along the rough pad, sending a blistering heat rushing through me, the taste of my cum filling her mouth. She startles back, eyes wide with shock, and she stumbles. I catch her arm, steadying her. “Welcome back.” I breathe the words in a whisper.

THE TENSION?? ALREADY??

My little mouse isn’t ready for me yet, but it’s far too late for me to stop now.

I needa chill bruh

By the time I’m out the front doors, her bright hair is disappearing into an Uber. I run my tongue along my top teeth, pressing hard enough to feel the sharp edges, and roll my neck. I don’t like her getting into cars with strangers, and that will be the last time.

Like why am I giggling kicking my feet alr

I know better than to follow this closely. I’d been trained to stay invisible, but I can’t stand the idea of losing sight of her. This way, if her driver veers off from the quickest path, I’ll know immediately. I know where she lives, and I know the best way to get there. This woman’s been haunting my dreams, gasping my name, and has quickly become my obsession.

Mannn

“So who are we stalking?” “My future wife.”

I’m sat

I spent the entire ride here trying to justify what happened, like maybe it was some weird hallucination and I’m just having a psychological breakdown. Or I’ll wake up from a month-long coma only to find out all of this is just in my head.

Real

I should be absolutely mortified, but there was a glint in his gaze, an intensity that wouldn’t let me be. I’m one hundred percent certain he’d wanted me. Wanted me to watch, wanted it to be me on my knees in front of him.

Period

Tomorrow, I’ll pretend none of this happened. Tomorrow, it’ll all be a dream. It’s not like I’ll see him again anytime soon.

Imma hold ur hand when I say this

Misty Hart - Junior PR representative: My apologies. I’ve previously booked the weekend off and have a prior engagement. I’ve barely hit Send when his reply comes through. Damon Everette - CEO of Everette Industries: Not a request.

Why is this funny

“Of course, miss. I’ll wait out front for you when you’re ready to leave.” I adjust the strap of my dress so it lies flat against my shoulder. “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I can grab a cab at the end.” “I assure you, Miss Hart, I do have to do this. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

💀

His eyes dip lower and slowly rise. “Come find me before you go. We can grab a drink.” “Are you hitting on me?” I ask incredulously. The guy doesn’t look old enough to get into a bar. “Maybe? Are you open to that?” “No.” I laugh. “Nice try though.”

Period

“Definitely,” Mia’s boyfriend Alex says, stepping up to us and handing her a champagne flute. River comes up behind Mia and kisses her temple while cupping the back of Alex’s neck, giving a gentle squeeze. The two men make a striking pair in black tuxes and crisp white shirts. Where Alex is blond and playful, River’s dark and broody. He lifts a brow at me, a slight smirk on his face. “Who’s the lucky guy?” He’d never smiled like this until the three of them got together.

Oh I’m intrigued

Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing. I’m not lying to myself that I didn’t pick this dress to see Damon’s reaction, but I didn’t get far enough to anticipate what would happen after that.

Real

“The future Mrs. Everette cannot be just anyone. She’ll be courageous and fierce while simultaneously kind and giving.” His eyes slide over me, then double back until they lock on mine. “She’ll walk with pride and confidence knowing she has the support of the Everette family.”

My brotha PLEASE be at least a lil subtle

My body eases a little when he props his back against the wall opposite me and takes a long pull on his cigar, never looking away. My skin tingles where his gaze trails over me. “Torture,” he says, so low I’m not sure I heard him correctly.

Girl 😭

When I don’t move, he sucks on the cigar again, this time leaning down until his lips nearly brush mine. My mouth falls open, and he exhales the smoke as I gasp, filling my lungs with his breath. The tobacco burns my throat, and I struggle to suppress my cough. But within seconds, it hits me, softening the world around us as it floats to my head. He repeats the process, and I suck in each of his breaths. He pulls back slowly, looking down at the neckline of my dress, and runs his finger over the edge of the fabric. “Absolute torture.”

That’s basically a body bruh wtf

River says something, and she’s laughing, that full-body, head-thrown-back laugh she does, exuding a freedom I’ve never felt. When I first saw how Alex interacted with Misty, I’d been livid. They had an easy, relaxed, almost intimate relationship that I mistook for something more than it was. I was jealous enough. I went as far as blocking him from becoming captain until I’d realized he’d been in a secret relationship with River and Mia. Misty had been nervous when she told me about them, assuming I’d be pissed if it created a scandal. But I’d been thrilled.

U a real loser huh

She is captivating me with her clear green eyes, pulling me in like I’m a planet and she’s my sun. I’ll gladly spend my days orbiting around her. The only thing stopping me from owning her body is knowing that the second I break the kiss, she’ll flee. I need her to be tied to me, irrevocably mine. I’m not a patient man, but I’ll wait for her. Show her that we’re meant to be. That she’s the piece of my soul that’s missing and I’m the armor she desperately needs. Her words are lost to the sea of voices, but her friends light up around her. Even from here, I can see the way she teases them and how fondly they look back at my girl. I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And there’s no doubt she will be, but I would never deny her this. For whatever reason, these people are her family. But after months of watching her, it’s clear she hides parts of herself. They don’t spot the tiredness or the fear that flashes in her eyes when someone moves too fast. But I do. She conceals a part of herself from everyone but not from me. For me, she’s brilliant in her anger. For me, she doesn’t mask her emotions under pretty smiles. For me, she lets herself shine through.

Mannn

“I’m not leaving until she does.” “She’s fine, brother,” Matthias says. Our shared history allows him to read me better than my other two siblings. “You’ve got to chill, man. You’re looking stressed.” I ignore my youngest brother, Bash, and bore my gaze into Matthias. “Shut it down.” His head snaps back, knowing exactly what I’m asking. “Seriously? You know that’ll be the entire building, right?” I don’t give a shit. I’m not leaving here while that asshole is still within speaking distance of my future wife.

Iktr

“What was all of that ‘it’s a tradition for the heir to get married’ shit about?” He grabs my arm. “And for that matter, why weren’t you freaking the fuck out?” “I created it,” I deadpan and shrug him off. He steps back, hands up in surrender. Even my family knows not to touch me. Xander leans forward. “Why would you do that?” “Because the girl I’m going to marry needs some extra motivation.” “Who is it?” Bash asks, curiosity filling his voice. Now that we’ve gotten onto the topic, he’s not going to drop it. “The Bruins’ PR rep.” Bash laughs. “Fuck, I’ve seen her. She’s hot.” I glare, and he shuts up. “You’re not too old for me to beat you.”

My brotha u gettin worse and worse 😭

Until…after the “incident,” as my parents like to call it. When I woke up in the hospital with stitches along my back and a soreness between my legs, I’d expected my parents to be angry, furious. Instead, they cautioned me to be quiet. That it would only come back on me. That he was from a good family and I’d been dating him for several weeks. It didn’t take long for their words to turn accusatory, wanting to know what I had done to bring it on and letting me know they would never be on my side. They made me promise to not tell anyone. That this was the type of secret that would ruin me and not him if it came out. Finally, they told me if I loved them, I wouldn’t ruin this for them. From the moment my parents said that, I knew I would escape them and everything they represented. And I did.

Good for u for getting away cause wtaf there’s no mf way

“No inconvenience at all. It’s an honor to drive someone so important to Mr. Everette.”

Oop-

There’s something about Damon that has me losing my grip on my carefully constructed cheerful facade, and I find myself wanting to push him. “Sure, give me your phone.” Carter hands it to me, and I punch my number in, ignoring the way the back of my neck is being branded by Damon’s piercing gaze. I don’t look back. Instead, I smile up at Carter. Evil indeed.

Ok but poor Carter being used like this 😔

I’ll have to give Nicholas an even bigger bonus this year. A hundred grand should suffice, but I’d give him more if he keeps my future wife safe.

As u should

“If you want her to ride with me in the future, you’ll likely have to speak to her yourself, but I’ll be here whenever she’s ready to leave.” “I’ll speak to her now.” Even the barest of reasoning has me caving. I yank the wheel to the right, crossing three lanes.

LOL he’s so pathetic I love it

The pounding in my chest settles, knowing I’m finally closing the distance between me and who I want most. I’m lucky my Little Nymph doesn’t know the power she has, or I’d be fucked.

Like this is TRUE obsession

Me: Where is she? Matthias: You know I don’t have a tracker on her. Me: Good idea. Matthias: Fuck man, that wasn’t a suggestion. I ignore him, not giving a single fuck about what he thinks about all of this. There’s nothing healthy about how I feel right now, but I have no desire to fix it.

LMAO

“From now on, Miss Hart will report directly to me as my personal PR representative. I want her removed from all current projects and focused solely on me.” “She…she’s got quite the workload currently. Can I offer you a different employee?” “Did I ask for your opinion? Miss. Hart. Now.”

My brother in Christ 😭

There was an issue found in your H-1B renewal request. You will have 31 days from receiving this message to reply with the appropriate documentation to validate your employment. If you fail to provide the requested prerequisite, your H-1B visa will be revoked.

She’s from Canada?

Blood beats like a drum in my ears at the sight of my future wife throwing back a shot with the same asshole hockey player from the office, who has his fucking hand on her hip. Me: I’ll be there in ten. Matthias: You live twenty minutes away. Me: Don’t let her leave with any of them. Matthias: I like you like this, brother. Me: Like what? Matthias: Desperate. It’s cute. Me: Fuck you. Any other time, I’d be happy Matthias is joking around. He’s been closed off since the incident. But right now, all I can focus on are the fingers wrapped around Misty’s waist. Matthias: You better hurry or someone’s going to fuck your girl. My teeth clack together and I grip my phone tight enough to break. Me: Do you have a death wish? Bubbles come and go several times before his message comes through. Matthias: Sometimes. Fuck. I’m such an asshole. Me: Just remember she’s my wife. Matthias: Not yet. Me: She’s MINE.

LMAO

“Fuck it,” Damon growls and crowds me, forcing me to take several steps backward until my back connects with glass. I barely register that we’re in a private room overlooking the dance floor before Damon’s mouth is claiming mine. He takes control, tongue rough as he punishes me with his kiss.

OH WE UP

“What are you doing?” I practically gasp the question. “Marking you,” Damon declares, then swirls his tongue over the raw spot he left behind, drawing a whimper from the back of my throat. He grips my jaw between his thumb and forefinger and forces my head back to meet his gaze. “If you need to come, you come to me.” I freeze, in too much of a daze to fully understand what’s happening. “What? Why⁠—” He cuts me off with an earth-shattering kiss and lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist and his hips sink between my thighs.

The tension is tensioning

His chuckles tickle the sensitive shell of my ear, and a shiver runs through me as the sharp ridges of his teeth gently close on the soft earlobe. “Such a good girl.”

Don’t u dare ever say that to me ever again

“What do you mean no?” He huffs out a breath. “I’m not signing the document.” Confusion seeps in as I try to understand. “But we just…” “We just what?” he deadpans, voice completely void of emotion. Embarrassment flashes through me, leaving me cold in its wake. I rip myself away from him, already heading toward the exit. “You’re an asshole.” “Never said I wasn’t.” He closes the distance between us and drags me toward a different door.

My brotha ur fumbling the bag rn tighten up

“Mr. Everette, I resign.” She startles at her own words, fear lancing her face. Her mouth drops open in shock at what she’s said.

Girl-

We pull up to her place, and my eyes trail after her as she struggles to unlock the apartment door. “Fix that.” “Oh, so you’re talking to me now?” Matthias responds. “Can you fix the door or not?” “Yes I can fix the fucking door.”

😭😭

“She’ll come around,” I say. “I don’t know, Dam. She looked pretty pissed. Didn’t you learn you aren’t supposed to have to restrain them? Hell, girls should be begging for your cock right now after Grandfather’s announcement.” He’s not wrong, but the answer is simple. “They aren’t her.” He huffs out a breath and leans his head back on the headrest. “Fine. What did you do to piss her off?” “Refused to extend her visa.” His head snaps up. “Why the fuck would you do that?” “Because now I have the leverage to make her marry me. It’ll at least give the semblance she had a choice.” “Poor girl’s going to be pissed.” “Wife. My wife is going to be pissed at me.” I smirk, loving the way that sounds.

He’s so-😭

It’s hours of pure ceremony that I’d rather spend watching the live feed of my Little Nymph. Even if I can’t see into her room. It’s comforting just knowing she’s in there…safe.

Sigh

He’s fully capable of fixing my problem with my H-1B visa, and he said no. The worst part is it hurt. It had no business hurting, but the way he’d dismissed what we’d just done…his touch, feel, taste had pushed me over the best orgasm of my life, and he treated it like it was nothing. Like I was nothing.

It’s ok bestie

Piper: Misty Lynn Hart. What the hell did you get up to last night? You’re on the freaking news. Mia: Damon is H.O.T. Good for you. Piper: Girl, you better respond or Mia and I are coming to find you. The news. Oh no, no, no. Please freaking no. I flip through my phone to a popular news site, and my stomach plummets. Damon Everette, caught in a passionate discussion, leaving the Elysium club with a mystery girl. Could this be the new potential Mrs. Everette?

Oh so we’re cooked

“You know, I bet the hate sex between the two of you is absolutely insane,” Mia adds, finally popping the popcorn into her mouth. “I am not having sex with him,” I screech. “Uh-huh, because he’s a cocky, egotistical asshole who thinks the world revolves around him. Who you are also super attracted to.” “Yes…no…wait.” Both girls smile as I stumble over my words. “I never said I’m attracted to him.” “Yes, you did,” Piper laughs. “Several times,” Mia adds with a mouth full of popcorn. Piper raises a brow. “Did he or did he not get you off in the club?” “That means nothing,” I protest. They simultaneously laugh. “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side, and we’re supposed to be hating on him together.” “Okay, sorry, you’re totally right. We’ll leave out the fact that you’re obviously into him”—Mia ignores me when I try to cut her off—“and go back to talking shit. I can’t believe the audacity that man had to switch your jobs to work directly for him. Like, what does he think he owns, the company?” “Not funny.” Piper smirks. “Oh, come on, it’s a little funny.”

They’re so-😭

Her mouth is cracked open, and for a brief moment, I forget to breathe. “Don’t look at me like that.” She places her hands on her hips. “Like what?” I ask, amused. “Like you’re some kind of scary Big Bad Wolf.” I raise a brow, and the corner of my lip tilts up. I shouldn’t press her, but I can’t stop. “Why? Does it make you nervous? Uncomfortable? Or is it that it makes you wet, like it did the other night? I think I crack your perfectly constructed shell. I like you like this. So no, Miss Hart. I will not stop. Not when you look at me the same way.”

I lift my hand and capture the loose strand of hair, wrapping it around my finger. Her gaze is locked on mine, pupils taking over the green. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her breaths the closer I move toward her, but she doesn’t back away, feet firmly planted on the floor, chin held high, showing just how little she fears me. Fuck, she’s perfect. I tuck the strand behind her ear. “But not you, Nymph. You’ve got nothing to fear from me.”

Y’all just-

“Because you haven’t named anyone I want. I told you, I need someone who can stand beside me in this family, who will lead with grace and confidence. There’s only one woman who can do that, and she’s not on your ridiculous list.” She stands tall, hands on her hips, like an adorable, pissed-off pixie, and lets out a sharp breath. “If you already have someone, why didn’t you just say that?” Her voice drops lower, almost strained, and my heart twitches in my chest. “Who is she so I can book some public dates for you.” “You,” I say and marvel at the way her eyes go wide. “W-What?” She shakes her head. “We don’t have time for these games. Just tell me who she is so I can do my job.” I lean forward, practically looming over her, even in my seated position. “There’s no joke, Miss Hart. It will be you.” “And if I say no?” she scoffs, some of her spirit shining through. “You won’t.”

Welp cat’s out the bag

This isn’t about attraction. It’s about control, and I’m going to take it back. I pull out my phone and search through my contacts and text Carter before I can talk myself out of it. Me: Come over tonight? Carter: Fuck yes. What time? Me: Now. I need to do this before my courage runs out. I just have to prove to myself that I choose what comes next.

Girl…

The loud bang of my door slamming open has me jumping out of my skin. A cold chill runs through me at the sight of Damon standing in the doorway, eyes narrowed on where Carter’s hand is on my waist. He’s so livid it’s wafting off him in waves. I finally see the darkness people talk about. His features are cut in cold, vicious lines as he stalks toward us. “Have you grown tired of living, Carter? I can fix that for you,” Damon asks him, his voice barely above a whisper, somehow making it worse.

Am I wrong if I- nvm💀