Vengeful Seduction_A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  I got myself all worried for no reason. He doesn’t really love me. He’s not serious about me being his.

  With the knowledge that I got too much into the pretend game, I snuggle into his chest and feel a lot better that he will go away tomorrow and leave me alone.

  I can go back to my life and live it as usual with this sweet little session to think about now and then.

  No big deal!

  But man, this guy would be so damn easy to fall in love with.

  Luckily, his snooty family would never allow him to be with a commoner like myself.

  I have nothing to worry about. It was all just an act. An act I asked him to do.

  His arms tighten around me and he kisses the top of my head and mumbles, “My Angel. Always mine.”

  My heart pounds as his breathing is slow and steady and he’s obviously asleep. So does that mean his words were real?

  Does that mean he’s going to hold me to the things he said?

  Does that mean he really expects me to be his?

  I can’t let this happen!

  To be continued…

  Angel Shows Her Billionaire Who Is Boss Book 2

  Chapter 1

  BLAZE

  Bright sunlight filters through the sheer pink colored curtain in Angel’s bedroom. She’s managed to escape my arms during the night and the absence of another person breathing in the small room is obvious.

  Rolling out of bed, I make my way to the bathroom to surprise her, hopefully while she’s in the shower. I’m going to take her out with me today. I’m not taking no for an answer this time at all.

  I can shut her down with one simple kiss now and plan on doing that every time I need to.

  “Cuddles,” I call out, looking for her dog, as I leave the bedroom and find the bathroom door open and no trace of Angel in there.

  With a quick grab of a towel off the shelf, I cover my bottom half and go into the living room, finding she’s not in here either. A quick search of the kitchen shows me a note she’s left on her tiny dining table.

  Fuck!

  She’s gone!

  I scan the tiny note she’s left and want to scream.

  Blaze,

  Had to leave town for a while. Had fun. Really, I did. Thanks for the pretend thing you did for me. I appreciate it. Hope you did too.

  See you around town I guess.

  Angel and Cuddles.

  So she wants to act like that was all pretend, huh? I damn well know she wasn’t pretending with me and I sure as hell wasn’t pretending with her.

  I’ve never felt anything more real than what we did. Nothing!

  She’s scared. Afraid she’s really falling for me and that I’ll leave her like the jack-off did before.

  But I won’t.

  I can tell she might well be the one for me. And I’m not about to let her go just because she has issues.

  Pulling my clothes back on, I leave her house and find another note taped outside the front door that tells me to please lock it behind me. Before I do that, I go back inside and get the pen that’s lying next to her minuscule note and write my phone number down at the bottom with an order to call me as soon as she gets back or I’ll come hunt her ass down.

  I used several exclamation points then added, ‘I love you, my Angel. Yours always, Benny.’

  Then I leave, lock her door and feel so damn angry inside that she didn’t use the nickname she gave me on her note. Blaze is what she used and last night I noticed her saying Blaze at times and Benny at others. Each time she used Blaze, I felt like she was pretending in her mind that she felt nothing.

  When she used Benny, I could feel the emotion in her. Real, deep emotion. And we just have to get to the place where she knows I’m not a runner.

  As I get on my bike and start it up, I look up and down the street. I can feel a vague hope that I can find her before she gets out of town. But it’s really vague.

  There’s no sign of her at the garage she works at. But I stop in anyway to see if her Uncle knows where she went.

  The bell rings as I walk in and Phil is sitting at the computer with a pair of old horn-rimmed glasses. He looks up at me and looks right back at the computer. “I don’t know where she is, Blaze.”

  “Did she give you a hint when she’ll be back?” I ask as I shove my hands in my pockets, feeling quite annoyed.

  He shakes his head. “Nah. I think it’ll be a few days.”

  I turn and walk out the door, calling out a goodbye to her uncle as I do. Then get on my bike and go to my motel room.

  No bikes are in the parking lot so I know I missed whatever they’re all doing this morning. I’ll catch up to them at lunch.

  A shower is in order. But to wash away her scent is a thing I don’t want to do. All my plans for today are shot and now it looks like I’m going to drink this one away and the next and the one after that until she comes back.

  How could she be so callous?

  After getting dressed in my leather apparel, I feel more like Blaze and a lot less like Benjamin. Nothing like Benny, though.

  That man only comes out for her.

  All these years I’ve been the person I was expected to be. Except when I took the month of August to be this badass biker. And now that I think I’ve found the one person who can help me integrate my two very opposite personalities, she runs away.

  I cruise down the main street and in no time at all, I find my gang’s bikes in front of a bar. So I park and head inside at three o’clock in the afternoon.

  Just like I knew I’d find, a tall, plump platinum blonde woman is sitting on the barstool closest to the door. Her arm juts out as I try to pass her. “Hey there,” she says, then hands me a beer. “This one’s on me.”

  After a moment of not taking the beer and looking right into her already bloodshot eyes, I look over to find my gang at a couple of large tables.

  I look back at her and say, “Thanks. But I’m not going to be sucking down suds tonight.”

  As I walk away, she grabs my arm and I turn back quickly to find a pout on her large red lips. “Come on, Baby. Just one drink with me then you can go join your brothers.”

  I peel her hand off my arm.

  “First, I’m not your baby and second, my answer to your offer is, no. Bye.”

  I walk away and hear her muttering about me being an asshole. Which I am most times so I don’t get offended by her remark.

  Pulling a chair up between Rod and Paco whose women sit on the other side of them, I think I’ve placed myself strategically in a position where most women won’t feel comfortable coming up to me.

  “Hey guys,” I say and find Rod looking at me with an odd expression. “So, I saw that trick try to give you a beer, and you turned her down. Why would that be, Brother?”

  “It would be because I found the one for me and I’m not about to let her catch me with another chick or it might all blow up in my face.” Paco hands me a shot glass and the bottle of Jack that everyone is drinking from.

  I fill the tiny glass up and drink it down. It burns and reminds me I’m alive and at the most badass bike rally in the world and need to loosen up.

  But only just enough. I don’t want to be plastered if Angel comes to her senses and comes back and calls me.

  Rod taps the table top as he looks me over. “The one?”

  I nod. “Only she has very bad men-related issues.” I refill the glass and pick up the dark liquor, looking at how the light is filtered as it runs through it. “She left me at her place alone this morning. Not a word to me. She just took off like a scared rabbit, leaving me a note that said what we did was fun.”

  Rod smiles and pushes a tall bottle of beer to me. “Maybe she isn’t on the same page you are, my friend.”

  “She is. I know she is. It’s electric when we touch. We like the same things. You know what this badass mother-fucker did last night with her?” I ask as I look at him.

  His wife, Ashely’s, face comes into view as she looks
around him at me. “Nuh uh, Blaze. My man doesn’t get to hear about other men’s sexual escapades.”

  “I wasn’t talking about that. I was going to tell him about how I made her dinner then we watched Willy Wonka on television and it was better than anything I’ve ever done. Just being with her is better than a single day I’ve spent in my entire life.” I toss back the shot then take a drink of the beer.

  My heart is so much heavier than it has ever been.

  Ashely mumbles into her husband’s ear, “Shit! He’s got it bad.”

  Rod nods and then shakes his head. “She didn’t say where she was going? Not even a hint?”

  “No. Not even a hint. She took her little dog too so I know she’ll be gone for at least one night.” I move my legs out to stretch underneath the table and lay my head back in my hands.

  “You know, Blaze, I’ve seen you in action and not everyone likes to be handled that roughly. Take it from me,” Rod says. “Maybe what you two did was too intense for her.”

  I laugh. “Nah, she’s completely into that kind of stuff. I didn’t mention anything at all about liking to get rough. She asked me to do it. So that’s not it. It’s just that she’s afraid she’ll fall for me and then I’ll leave her heartbroken. That’s all it is. If she’d fucking come around, I could show her that’s not at all what I have in mind for her.”

  Ashely peeks around Rod to look at me again and asks, “What do you have in mind for her, Blaze?”

  “More. More than I ever thought of before. I go all dreamy as I think about all I want to do with her. Because it’s like a dream to me. I’ve never wanted anyone around all the time before. Ever. It’s making me nuts she isn’t here under my arm right now.” I look back at the door and find the blonde looking my way and she holds up a beer again.

  I turn my head without so much as a blink at her. I won’t be taking her up on her offer which starts with a beer and ends with her.

  Paco pats my shoulder as he says, “Don’t worry, Brother. If you want the broads to be kept at bay, I got your back.”

  Rod nods my way. “Me too, Brother. If you want to stay pure for this woman, then we’ll make sure the ladies leave you alone. It’d suck donkey dicks if she came in and found some tramp on your lap.”

  Ashely says with a laugh, “Or even sitting next to you. I knocked the shit of a chick for taking the seat on the other side of my man before. Granted, I gave her a chance to realize her actions were dead wrong and politely asked her to move.”

  Rod’s eyebrows go up high as he says, “Politely? I don’t think the phrase, hey bitch, get the fuck away from my man, is considered polite.”

  “In some circles, it is,” Ashely corrects her husband. “Anyway, the dumb broad rolled her eyes at me and maintained her seat. To which I promptly got up and removed her obstinate ass and left her with a busted lip.”

  I chuckle and take a drink of my beer. “Bet she never tried to sit next to Rod again.”

  Ashely shakes her head. “Never again. And she apologized to me on top of that.”

  I level my eyes on Rod and say, “You got you a pistol there, don’t you?”

  He looks back at her with hazy eyes and says, “I do. And that’s just how I want her. Perfect for me.”

  Then Paco clears his throat and we all look his way. “I’d like to announce to you all that I have asked Phoenix to marry me.”

  Cheers ring out and shouts of congratulations are called out as Paco holds up his new fiancé’s left hand with a single diamond on a gold band.

  I pat the man on the back and say, “I know I told you getting hitched was a dumb idea. But in light of my new found feelings I know it’s the right thing to do. I’m happy for you two.”

  “Thanks, Brother,” Paco says as he leans over. “We’ll be leaving at the end of the week and heading to Vegas to do the deed. It’s going to take everything I have to do it, but I’d give all I have for her, anyway.”

  And just like that, I know what I want to do for them. “Let me get your room in Vegas, Paco. I’ll set you up in one of the penthouses there and put the whole thing on my bill. Let me do that for you guys. For a wedding present. A week in Vegas on me. What do you say?”

  “I say, hell yeah, Brother!” He turns back to Phoenix whose eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “Blaze is giving us one badass wedding gift, my love. The entire week in a Vegas penthouse. What do you say to that?”

  Her face lights up and she looks at me with such appreciation. “Blaze, that’s beyond amazing. Thank you so much. I hope you decide to join us for the happy occasion.” Then she looks around the table. “I hope you all do.”

  More cheering and hollering acceptance of the invite fills the large bar and then I feel a hand on my shoulder. When I turn back, I see the very tenacious blonde is there looking at me with such a smirk on her face. “I need a light, you got one?”

  I don’t have to say a word as both Ashley and Phoenix get up and without a word, escort the woman away from me. I laugh and get back to drinking with my buddies.

  “I owe them,” I say as I look back and forth at Rod and Paco. “Remind me to buy them something nice before we leave. It’s nice to have backup when you need it.”

  My phone vibrates in my pocket and I nearly fall out of my chair to answer it as my brother’s laugh at me. But when I get it out, I see it’s not Angel. It’s my grandfather for some damn reason.

  I shake my head and say, “Not her. It's work.”

  Getting up, I go to the bathroom to answer his call so he doesn’t hear all the noise and give me a lecture about cutting me off.

  “Hello, Grandfather.”

  “Benjamin.”

  “Is anything the matter, Grandfather?” I ask as I look in the mirror and run my hand over my long beard, making sure it’s smooth.

  “I’m going to need you to cut that trip of yours short this time. I need you back here to finish the Bain deal. We got him to agree to come back to us, but he wants to be sure you’re on board about him. I assured him that you were, but he demanded to have a meeting with you to explain where you stand as his lawyer.”

  “Bain? The asshole who’s selling the AIDs drug for more than people can afford?”

  “The man who is selling the product he owns for what he thinks it is worth. Vulgarity is not a thing I allow, Benjamin. You are well aware of that. Now, I have set up the meeting for the fifteenth of August,” he says.

  But I cut him off. A thing which is never allowed, but I’m fucking doing it, anyway. “I won’t be there. I won’t be representing that piece of shit. As far as the law firm goes, I think it’s a terrible idea to stand behind the man. I won’t have any part in it.”

  “Then maybe you shouldn’t be any part of my firm, Benjamin. Perhaps you think you know more than I do. Perhaps you think you can go it alone or something like that. Is that what you think?” he asks and waits for my answer.

  “I don’t want to resign my position with the family firm. I will not be a part of any team representing that asshole, Bain. Take that how you want, Grandfather. Goodbye.”

  As I end the call with a swipe of my finger, the tiniest bit of fear runs through me.

  What would I do if I had to start over on my own?

  Chapter 2

  ANGEL

  My grandmother’s words keep running through my head as I drive home after being away two nights.

  She and my grandfather had what she called a true love. When I told her how it felt when Benny touched me, she told me that it was because we have a connection. One, not many find in this world.

  Grandad made her feel that way too and when he passed a few years ago, she knew she’d never find that kind of spark again and was never going to even look for another man to attempt to take the place of the man that she had lost to heart disease.

  That alone made me think I need to stop being afraid and see what happens.

  If my grandmother can live the rest of her life alone because the time she had with the love of he
r life will see her through to the end, then I should gain something from the time I spend with Benny.

  Even if it’s only a small amount of it.

  The night fell on me very fast. I didn’t take off until sunset because I kept going back and forth in my head about what I should do. Finally, I decided to come back home.

  If Benny wants to see me again, then he’ll see my bike at work in the morning and stop by. If not, then he won’t. Either way, I’ll know where he stands.

  And that’s all I need to know. After all, one amazing night is better than none.

  But I pray there’s a lot more of that amazing thing he and I seem to have.

  The night air falls cool against my face as I drive my bike back to Sturgis. It’s only about nine, I think. Maybe I should take a cruise through town and see if I can find his bike. Maybe surprise him.

  But that might surprise me more. Nah, I better not do that. If I saw him with someone else, I don’t know what I’d do.

  It wouldn’t be cool to have a hissy fit after one night of crazy hot passion. And I was the one who ran off so I couldn’t blame him if he was with another woman. But I think I’d have a hard time not throwing a punch or three at them both.

  No, it’s best not to find him at a bar. Which I’m sure he’s at. The gang most likely wouldn’t let him sit alone in his motel room and sulk about some woman.

  But what if he’s just sitting alone in his little motel room? Lonely, sad, depressed?

  I could show up and make his night. That would be awesome.

  I could drop off Cuddles at home and go see if I can find his bike parked in front of one of the motel rooms.

  Oh God! I sound like a stalker!

  The original plan of just going to work tomorrow and letting him see my bike there is a good one. A safe one. One where I don’t make a freaking fool out of myself.

  The whole thing is my fault, anyway. I could’ve left him my cell number and maybe we could’ve talked some. But I had to go all paranoid and run off so quickly I even forgot my toothbrush and had to stop and get a new one before I left town.