ep 5

**Back to the story.....

(introducing to Ryder McKay)

*. OWNING VIOLET*.

One stolen moment , a kiss , a touch and she's hooked . 👄

Violet Fowler has moved through life doing what's expected of her. The dutiful middle daughter, she's devoted herself to her family's business empire, Fleur Cosmetics, and the ambitious man who would one day run it with her. That is until the offer of a promotion exposes his disloyalty - and leaves her alone.

But another man is waiting for Violet. Wanting Violet. He has an overwhelming thirst for success. He's ruthless. And mysterious

Violet knows nothing about Ryder McKay except the fact that he makes her feel things she's never experienced before. And soon she's willing to risk all to be with him - her heart, her soul... her everything.

~ **RYDER** ~

"I'm going to seduce Violet Fowler." I keep my gaze locked on the very woman I'm referring to, enraptured with the way she tucks a wayward strand of glossy brown hair behind her ear, her pretty smile directed at that asshole boyfriend of hers.

I ******* hate Zachary Lawrence. And I ******* want his girlfriend.

Which, of course, gets my mind churning with ideas. Not one of them good.

"Absolutely not."

I jerk my gaze away from Violet and stare incredulously at my former boss and occasional lover. "What did you just say?"

"Please. You heard me." She scowls, her blood-red lips forming into an obvious pout. Even angry, she's strikingly beautiful. Her exotic features help Pilar stand out among any crowd. "Why in the world would you want to even touch Violet, let alone **** her? She's so incredibly boring."

She sounds jealous. Not that I'd ever say that. Pilar has extra-sharp claws and she's not afraid to use them. "That's what's so intriguing about her." I have the distinct feeling that in the hands of the right man, Violet Fowler would be anything but boring.

"You just want her because you can't have her. Typical male." Pilar waves a hand dismissively. “Can't we talk about something else?"

"Fine." I stare at her, knowing she has information I want. It's the reason I asked her to go to dinner with me tonight. "Tell me about Zachary."

Pilar's lips curl into a cat-got-the- mouse smile. Now I was talking her language. "What do you want to know?" She sounds bored but she loves this. I can tell from the glittering of her golden-brown eyes that she's far from bored.

"I heard they're sending him to London," I say.

"Yes, they are."

"To do some sort of temporary tryout for the global marketing director position that was just created," I continue.

"Yes. It's an excellent opportunity. One that many would want." She looks so damn pleased with herself, saying that. She knows my blood is boiling.

And I feel like I'm about to burst. "Right. Like me. I want that job." So bad I can almost ******* taste it. I'm damn good at what I do. I've risen among the ranks within Fleur at surprising speed.

She rolls her eyes. "You haven't earned it."

"I work my *** off. I've earned it far more than ******* Lawrence. He gets the chance because of who his girlfriend is." I can't even say his first name. I hate how he insists everyone call him Zachary. It makes him sound like a complete *****. Pompous asshole. “I told Fowler."

Pilar frowns, her eyes dimming. The excited sparkle is gone just like that. "Told him what?"

"That I want the position."

She looks shocked. Good. It's rare when anyone can surprise her. "And what did he say?"

"Prove yourself, son.' And that's a direct quote." I lean across the table, my gaze locked with Pilar's. "So that's what I plan on doing."

A perfectly arched eyebrow rises. "How? By getting into Violet's granny panties? Please. That little prude won't let you even look at her. How do you think you're going to get your dirty paws on her pristine body?”

I hadn't thought that through yet. But it doesn't matter. Once I focus on something, I always get what I want. At least now I do. When I was a kid, hell no. I begged. I stole. I fucked to get what I wanted. My past, though, just made me determined. tougher. More

And for whatever reason, just looking at Violet Fowler sitting there in her pretty little dress with her pretty little body, tolerating that asshole Lawrence while he ignores her and chats on the phone ... makes me want to jump her. Show her what a real man could do for her.

I'd probably scare the shit out of her. Hell, I might enjoy scaring the shit out of her.

Clearly, I'm a twisted ****. "If her asshole boyfriend is leaving her behind, I'm sure I can figure something out." I shrug. "She'll be alone and vulnerable. Missing Lawrence. I can step in and ease her pain."

"Ballsy, aren't you?" Pilar murmurs. "And what about me? Am I supposed to sit by without protest while you're out ******* another woman?"

"You have before. Plenty of times. Not like we're committed." Our relationship isn't what I would call conventional. Our ties are there, but we're not forever bound to each other. Pilar is a user.

So am I. It's why we work so well together, both personally and professionally.

Lately, though,

I've felt conflicted. I know I'm ready to end the sexual relationship with Pilar, but we have a history. She's the only woman who ever took care of me, so I take care of her.

~ufffs I am tried now 😫

See you in next chapter ~

Till then Byeeeee have good day/night 😛

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