Powerful People


“Synonymous with Corruption, Dominance, Control. The naïve want the power to change nations, the cynical want power for selfish gains. But I want it in the name of Revenge.”

Iris Adaline is dauntless.

When she is assigned to write her first story on Aiden Anderson, it ignites a flame in her that will only be extinguished after seeing every part of his empire collapse. She had the perfect plan. Gain his trust, expose his secrets, then see him fall.

Aiden Anderson liked control.

When he first laid his eyes on Iris Adaline, he knew exactly who she was. He knew her intentions, he knew her drive, and he knew the danger. But he couldn’t keep away. He was adamant on seeing her on her knees, begging for mercy, and begging for him.

Sparks fly when two determined forces collide in a battle of power, control, and desire.


7. The Bed

“Excuse me?” I gape. “I didn’t know you were a comedian, Anderson. There’s no way in hell I’m sleeping with you.”

    He stares intensely at me, pursing his lips in a thin line, as if he is surprised not every women on the face of the planet wants to sleep with him. A new amused expression overtakes his face and he gazes at me.

    “Why don’t you look down, Iris. The paparazzi will snap all sorts of pictures of you once you leave my building. Your name will be on every headline before dawn.” His voice is devoid of any emotion and pure business, as if he was doing me a favor by somehow trapping me with him.

    “You’re a big dick,” I sneer at him.

    “I’ve got a big one too,” he winks.

    Sure enough a small herd of flashing cameras awaited down near the lobby and spilled out onto the sidewalk. Aiden cocks his head in amusement and goes back to enjoying my undignified plight. Just to wipe the assholery from his face I try to hit him in a blind fit of fury. It was a big mistake. The amused expression is gone from his face and is replaced by a sinister one as he grasps my wrist before I can strike his chest.

    Aiden pulls me into his lap and restrains my two wrists with one hand. I’m sure even he could hear my heart pounding against the side of my ribs, and the fear welling up in my eyes. In this position I can see every perfectly sculpted part of his body, and I can feel his other hand trailing up against the skin of my exposed leg.

    I can’t help but react physically; unconsciously I bite my lip, with an unknown sense of lust building up inside of me. I’ve never felt this way before, and I was just in his lap. It was so...innocent.

    “Oh sweetheart. In the morning you can leave, but until dawn, your body is mine.”


No! My mind screamed vividly to my body, but Aiden’s hands just roamed slowly into unknown territories, making me feel unknown sensations.

“I’ll even do another favor for you, I’ll let you sleep in my bed with me instead of on the couch. Unless you have any opposition?” His tone is separated by sharp intakes of air. My body crumples under this foreign feeling rising in my core.

“Wait… I.. I can’t… I haven’t…” I whisper between small moans in reaction to Aiden’s touch, intoxicated by him. He suddenly stops the intimacy.

“You haven’t what,” he demands. Aiden’s brows are pressed in concern and his eyes gleam at me under the moonlight. His lips are tight with concern as they brush against my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“I haven’t done anything with anyone, in that way.” My eyes refuse to meet his and I back away from his body. “Would it be okay if we take it slow?” The amount of vulnerability in my voice makes me shroud with discomfort.

Aiden’s face turns away from mine for a brief eternity, unsure, as if he’s never been considered that before. He finally stands and leads me to his bedroom.


    His bedroom alone was larger than my entire cramped apartment. It was mostly empty space, with the exception of a king sized bed with overhanging canopies of velvet. The bedroom, of course, had a 270 degree of the cityscape and was sprinkled in stardust. With the flip of a switch sheer cream colored curtains flowed down onto the windows, giving the room a dim twilight glow.

    “There are some clothes in the bathroom. Put them on,” Aiden demands.

    The cold tiles of the bathroom send shivers through my body and try to unzip my dress. To my dismay the zipper was too high, and my inflexible limbs could not reach it. Goddamnit I hate asking for help.

    “Aiden!” I call from the bathroom, “can you help me really quickly.” He enters the room with a one dimpled smile and shakes his head at me. I see two people in the mirror. One of them was a woman in a beautiful red dress, while the other was a man who had deep features paired with a stark and calculating gaze.

    He stepped behind me, and slowly unzipped my dress, revealing a bit of lacy red lingerie. I feel Aiden’s breath hitch as his warmth engulfed me. The only sound present in the bathroom was the lingering presence of zippers gliding slowly against one another.

    “That will be all. But, thank you,” I dismiss to him.

    “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Miss Adaline,” Aiden whispers into my ear.


    After Aiden leaves the bathroom I put on the pajamas he has prepared for me. It was a silk black slip on dress. What game are you playing at, Anderson?

    When I enter his bedroom again he is already sitting up in the bed. Aiden’s expression turns into desire and his eyes follow me intensely. I smile to myself, knowing that I was the only thing he couldn’t get. I climb into his bed and analyze him in the moonlight.

    He’s shirtless. The layers of professional attire that once created boundaries between us were completely stripped. He had a chest which looked as if it was sculpted by marble, and his eyes painted in silver oceans.

    Hesitantly, I reach out to touch his chest, but he restrains my limb. “Don’t, Iris.” He whispers, “I told you that I don’t believe in relationships.”

    I’m suddenly pinned under Aiden, and his body makes a cage around my frame. He’s holding himself up so that his weight doesn’t crush me. Frantic flutters of kisses trail from my neck to my heaving chest. It’s like he’s gone mad, as intoxicated by me as I was by him.

    I allow his hands to roam over my body as he breathes me in, making my body pulsate to his rhythm. He cups my back and arches it slowly and leans me into him, molding us into one, a strange and dangerous complete puzzle.

    “Hell, where have you been all my life?” Aiden says to himself, focused on my exposed stomach and underwear. He starts to make a trail, from my abdomen down to my pelvis, and my knees buckles towards him.

    “Wait stop… Aiden I’m not ready.” These words slip out of my lips so softly I’m not sure if they were audible. But in an instant he stops and steps away. Leaving only an irrational body with a rational mind.

    “If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.” He grabs me into his embrace and shelters me on his bed. “But when you are, give me a call.” I’m momentarily entranced by the puzzle that is Aiden Anderson. He seemed somehow hotter... But maybe it’s just my hormones.

    “Wait Iris, don’t move.” He slowly cups my face in his hands and brings it up to his lips. We are both frozen in hesitation, but he finally meets my lips with his. This seemed like the most intimate thing we’d done all night.

    That night I fell asleep under the stars, and in the arms of the man I hated.

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