2025-08-01 23:50:34“Yes. They just need to sign. And then, we can take that vacation,” Edward remarked excitedly.
“Ah! The vacation where I hide in the belly of the boat or the one where I go first and hide on the island until your family leaves?” she asked coyly.
“No!” Edward declared boldly. “The one where we both get on a plane and go to Makrysha.”
“What?!” she called out, sitting up, her large breasts jiggling.
Edward stiffened but kept he his focus on her face, throwing his arm casually behind his head, her eyes flicked to his taut abs, her lower lip trembled, then her eyes snapped back to his.
Edward’s heart swelled with a pride only a man in bed with a beautiful woman could.
“What?” he asked innocently, replying to her surprised retort.
“I’ve been trying to get you to Makrysha for years! And suddenly you bring it up by yourself?” she tossed lightly at him, shaking her head again, her long curls dancing over her shoulders.
“Is this…that…mid-life crisis thing I’ve heard about?” she continued slyly.
Edward laughed again.
Another reason this particular mistress had outlasted any other – she made him laugh. Genuinely, from his heart.
When he had been younger, he had thought that maybe he loved her.
But after a few years, of her, of others, he had come to accept that love was a stretch at best.
The only thing Edward Kramer knew he loved was power. His family’s power. He loved that. And even more, he loved being the one to control that power, to grow it, to move it.
And now, he was on track to move it overseas to a whole new level.
He was on a high from that.
As for this woman with the lightly tanned skin and beautiful lips, he liked her.
Almost admired her.
Of that much, he was sure.
With his free hand, he slid his finger down her flat belly, slowly, stopping just before the dark tuft between her shapely hips.
His eyes never left hers.
“Are you trying to call me old?” he murmured.
“No, my love. Just…wizened?” she replied naughtily.
He barked out a laugh.
Then he grinned at her.
“No crisis. Just a gift. For the most beautiful woman in the world, one far too long in coming,” he stated humbly.
Natasha Periladay, Baroness of Osterin Manor, from the European continent, lay back atop Lord Kramer’s chest.
He adjusted his head against his arm.
“Very long,” she breathed.
“My gratitude to you, my love. For putting up with me. For supporting me,” Edward droned hoarsely.
She smiled sweetly.
“If my Lord doesn’t get what he wants, I cannot abide it!” she declared her pupils dilating.
Edward smiled back.
“Again?” he mumbled, his own eyes dancing.
“What? Too much, my Lord?” she whispered, “Shall I get the tea?”
Edward’s arm came down. He drew her to himself. “Tea?” he droned, as her hand moved under the sheet and her lips parted, a gasp escaping as her eyes widened.
Lord Kramer lay the Baroness on her back as his tongue found hers.
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“Tyler! Come in! Come in!” Lincoln called out from behind his office desk.
Tyler strolled into the brightly lit, well-apportioned office of the head mafia in Salvena City.
It was almost midnight, yet the mafia boss looked like his day was just starting. And it probably was.
Tyler smiled.
His first real smile, in front of a real person for that day.
“You have it?” Lincoln shot at him, all business.
“Here,” Tyler replied swiftly, handing his box of activated Junster to the mafia leader.
There were five other men in the room. Each one nodded to Tyler as he sauntered in, three of them leaving as the imposing young man with sleeked back hair and light eyes approached their boss.
“Mr. T.! Been a minute!” the taller of the remaining two men called out cordially.
“Harrison!” Tyler replied happily, “When did you get out?”
“Yesterday,” the man replied with a grin.
“And you didn’t come find me?” Tyler shot back, disappointedly.
“You’re here now, ain’t ya!” Harrison replied, still grinning widely.
Tyler laughed.
“How is Frank?” he asked flippantly.
“He’s still being a good boy. Still keeping his hands to his fucking self. The one you left him, anyway,” Harry droned.
Tyler smiled again, shaking his head.
“Yeah, well, I was in a bad mood that day,” Tyler replied cryptically.
“Uh hun!” Harry murmured, his eyes laughing.
Tyler wiped the smile from his face as he turned to the second man. Lincoln’s number two. Amika.
“Ami,” he said respectfully, placing his right hand over his left breast and bowing lightly.
“You know, I can’t get over how polite you are to Myka when you’re never so sweet to me!” Lincoln called out, sounding offended.
“He knows where loyalties lie,” Amika rumbled, his dark eyes on Tyler, “after all, we’ve known each other longer.”
“But I’ve met him more often,” Lincoln fake complained.
“Yes,” Amika droned dismissively, lifting his large frame from the large sofa only he – ever – occupied.
He put a hand forward, and Tyler shook the man’s hand, bowing lightly again.
Amika was built like a brick house on legs, but the man was a mage. A true-blooded mage. His size was no hindrance to anything that needed doing.
As he shook the older man’s hand, Tyler smiled inwardly at the banter between his oldest supporters even as his blood tingled, as it always did when in Amika’s presence.
But he pressed his lips together, preventing the gasp that wanted to escape as that constant overwhelming feeling swelled in his heart, without any reason, just like with gems, that Amika was something very special, very different.
He always had the feeling that the large forty-something-year-old man could be far, far, significantly, older than he appeared.
The young man turned back to Lincoln.
“How is our young heiress?” Lincoln tossed lazily at his young friend.
Tyler rolled his eyes.
“I might need to go to HR sooner rather than later,” he stated dryly.
Lincoln and Harry laughed.
Amika moved back to his chair, his eyes on Tyler.
The young man kept his focus on his sponsor.
“Here’s the information on the mistresses,” Lincoln stated neutrally, tossing a flat file on his desk, toward Tyler.
The young man picked it up.
Lincoln nodded at Harrison. The man moved to the office door and locked it.
Tyler flipped through the file slowly.
As Tyler went along, he pulled out some papers, placing them on the table. He repeated this process two more times.
Most of the papers from the file ended up on the table.
Five sheets remained in the file.
He handed it back to Lincoln.
“These ones. Get me everything,” he said, almost brashly.
“See?” Lincoln commented lightly, his eyes moving between Harry and Amika, “See how he speaks to me?”
“He is the Master of the Miran Auction house, Boss,” Harry replied placatingly to Lincoln, his gaze on Tyler, whose eyes had gone distant.
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“What are you doing with Lord Kramer’s photo?”“Hmmm?”“What are you doing?”“Which Lord Kramer, Father?” Anton Voltera droned to his father as he sat at his computer screen, adjusting the close-up shot, high-resolution photo he had been playing with for over three hours.Maricius approached his son’s chair.He had come to his favorite child’s office at Voltera Enterprises to get an update on his visit with the Kramer servant.He had walked in, without knocking, the boy had not acknowledged him, so he had walked around his large, yet minimalistic, designed desk to see what had engrossed his son to such a degree.“Lord Henry,” the elder Voltera remarked.Anton’s head snapped up even as the boy remained seated.“It is, right?!” he exclaimed, his grey eyes bright.His son was not one for exclamations. Maricius’ eyes narrowed at the boy. He glanced back at the screen and stared at the light blue eyes, which were the o
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Tyler’s eyes drifted to Emily’s, and she held his gaze. A moment later, his hand dropped, and he glanced away from her, back to the city.Emily stayed where she was and shook his chair.He turned back to her, slowly, like his body was too heavy for him, like he was underwater.“What have you done?” she asked patiently, her voice calm as she repeated her initial question.“I helped Raymond.”“How?”“Magic.”“Why?”“I owe him.”“What did you give him?”“An earring, of a sort.”“I didn’t see one.”“You won’t. No one will.”“Why?”“To heal his body.”Unlike Ashley, Emily knew full well the limitations of a hospital on some matters.She held Tyler’s gaze.“Will he wake up?”“Maybe.”“Do you think he’ll wake up?”“Yes.”“Why?”“He’s a strong kid. A strong mind. A focused drive. Passionate. He loves life. Loves living. He should wake up.
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Tyler had woken last night, after over forty hours of sleep. He had taken a potion to help him move, despite all his wounds and pain, despite knowing what the reaction would be in the morning, and had turned down the strength of his black rock clock.Limiting its range to twenty feet and activating a cloaking spell once he got out of range.He went to Raymond’s room. A private one on the topmost floor of the hospital.Tyler’s floor was in the middle of the hospital building, ensuring that if anything happened at his location, the entire structure would suffer for it.He stared at the boy who was in a body cast and had been unconscious for over four weeks. He had gotten all the information from his men about the boy’s injuries.He had been beaten, with magic fully involved, breaking bones, damaging nerves, and rupturing organs.A weaker person, physically, would have died.Whether it was intentional or by accident that the boy was stil
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“How did that bastard get into my Tower?” Lord Ashton Belarnt rumbled.“I,” Raymond grunted, “I approved it,” he replied hoarsely, facing his uncle, even as he hung suspended, he held his uncle’s gaze.“How did he rise so fast through the ranks?” Lord Ashton rumbled. “He was under you, yet of all your staff, you kept him in your office. Directly. How did that happen?”“I pushed for it,” Raymond rasped, not using more words than necessary to end his torture.“How, then, in the name of every fucking sage there is, did that nobody get the free hand and access he got to our oldest contracts and locations within months of his arrival? Something reserved for the most senior officials?”“I allowed it. He was useful. I used him,” Raymond croaked, forcing his voice to come out loud and clear.No matter the question from his uncle, Raymond accepted the blame. More than once, he heard the only female of the group gasp, but she remained silent. Ashley B
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