Seducing My Boss's Daughter (NY Book 1)

Twenty years ago…

“Dennis, you will do as you are told!”

Dennis watched as his father curled his lips in disgust. Barking orders was his customary communication style. How he wished his mother had had the sense to birth this ogre another victim. But no, his attentions and fascist demands were directed at only him. He hated being an only child.

Dennis watched with disinterest as his father paced back and forth in his office, instructing him on the duties of a Kent man. Did he care? Not particularly. All he needed to know was that he had a steady flow of cash. He was going to need it for his trip to Hawaii this weekend.

“You will take Isadora.”

“What?” He should have been listening. “Sorry, Father, I didn’t get that last bit. What did you say?”

“You will take Isadora to this little voyage with your college friends,” the stuffy man instructed. He should have been a professor, not a businessman.

“I’m afraid that isn’t possible, Father.” He was going to Hawaii to immerse himself in the local culture, which included the women. The last thing he wanted was Isadora Fontanne following him around with that pitiful face. Sure, she was a beauty, but she had the personality of a wet blanket. She would not know fun if it slapped her in the face. “It’s a boy’s trip.”

“Your friend Adrian is taking his fiancée Talia.”

“The difference, father, is that Adrian likes Talia. I can’t stand that Italian wet blanket,” he scoffed.

“Let me put it this way. Isadora comes with a limitless black card,” his father proposed. “Besides, that Italian wet blanket will be your wife. We are new money, Dennis. To get the respect we need the alliances the old money will bring. Isadora is pretty enough.”

Dennis thought about rebelling. All he had known was money. His father often talked about how hard it was to struggle. Dennis promised himself that he would never be in that position. He did not mind marrying his bank account. He would sleep with it if he had to. “All right, father.”

~

‘All right, father’.

Dennis cursed his words as he cuddled into Kono’s willing arms. He regretted them even more as he tasted the surrender in her lips as her legs locked at his back, the back of her feet digging into his ass in encouragement as he sank into her velvety flesh. Her back arched as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips as she threw her head back. He leaned forward as his hips rocked into her as hard as he could, the sound of flesh slapping against each other echoing the room, and bit down on her exposed neck. That earned him a new scream, that of pleasure entwined with pain.

How the hell was he going to leave her?

Kono’s long tanned legs, her long beautiful curly black hair, and how easily a smile claimed her lips had Dennis in a daze from the second he had met her. Dennis had managed to hide his multiple secret trips to the Island for the past three years from his father. Now he and Kono had a baby boy.

He had put off his marriage to Isadora for as long as he could. His father thought he was in Brazil looking for business opportunities for the company. Dennis had become better at lying, at sneaking around, and at hiding his heart. He could not tell Kono about his father or Isadora and he sure as hell could not tell his father about Kono and their son.

Not when he was pressuring Dennis to propose to Isadora, but Dennis always gave him the same excuse multiple times it was getting old even to his ears—Isadora was not ready. He had managed to convince Isadora to go back to school for her Master’s, telling her that her education and skills would be a vital part of the growth of their empire. Isadora ate up his lies without question, probably because she did want to be part of her business. It also helped that he was romancing her.

Dennis flipped on his back and watched as Kono rode him without any inhibitions. She never held her lust or her appetite for sex back. Kono was not polite or apologetic about sex, she took what she wanted and gave just as much back.

It was like she was flying, and she took Dennis with her each time she took flight, exposing him to freedom that he never knew. Kono’s sighs grew heavier as she rode him faster chasing her orgasm. Dennis had been too much in his thoughts that he was behind. She clenched him tighter within her warmth as her orgasm took hold. He flipped her on her back, hooked her knee on his arm, and pounded into her. Her head thrashed from side to side, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm grew stronger. Her fists started pounding into his shoulders and back when she could not take anymore, but Dennis had no intention of letting up. He would not be left behind, he wanted to fly with her.

The muscles in his thighs clenched and trembled as his release came barrelling towards him. Burying his face in the curve of her neck he roared as his own release took over. The sound of wet flesh filled the room as he slowly rocked the rest of his orgasm and himself into her. He lifted his head and looked at Kono’s face. Her eyes were closed, a smile played on her lips and her face shone in satisfaction. No other woman made him feel so fulfilled.

Dennis dropped on the bed and pulled Kono into his side. He twirled Kono’s thick silk locks between his fingers and sighed. He loved her, but he did not love her enough to give up his fortune. Maybe he could have both. Thousands of men had two families without the wives knowing about each other. That was what he was going to do. So long as he did not get caught, he had a chance to be happy.

“I love you,” Kono’s sleep-laden, thick voice filled the hot air.

“I love you, too.”

“We should get married and give our son a proper home,” she said as she cupped his cheek.

“We will soon.”

“I’m pregnant, Dennis. We are having another baby.”

Dennis sat up with a start. He felt as if he had been kicked in the gut. One illegitimate child was acceptable. A second one would be grounds for being disinherited. But even with that fear lurking in the back of his mind, he could not help but feel happy about this new life. He would find a way to make it work. He could not walk away from his life in Hawaii for the one he lived in New York. Somehow, he would live both. 

Denis reached for his phone when it rang on the bedside table.

“Dennis?” Isadora’s voice rang out.

“Yes,” he smiled down at Kono and tried to look disinterested in his call.

“Dennis, I’m pregnant. We are going to have a baby.”

Present time...

He thought he had buried it all—the island, the woman, the children, the promises—but lies don’t stay buried; they rot, and then they rise. His broken promises cost me everything—my sister, my mother, the life we were meant to have—while he walked away and built something perfect somewhere else, a new wife, a new family, a clean name untouched by what he left behind. But I remember. I remember every promise he never kept, every lie he chose over us, and now I’m here—not as the forgotten child, not as the secret—but as the reckoning, ready to take away the perfect world he built, piece by piece.