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.


4. The Dress

The next couple of days I called in sick. I needed time away from my overbearing supervisor and to evaluate the whirlwind of events. Somehow I'd manage to involve myself with two very powerful people.


    The day before my second interview with Aiden he sent a package to my house. With curiosity I took a boxcutter and carefully opened Pandora's box. Inside there was a stunning red dress. It was a classic, made of silk and slit on the side. Along with the surprise there was a handwritten letter sealed with golden wax.

  The letter (albeit in bad handwriting), read:

"Miss Adaline, something came up and our interview will be conducted after the Met Gala tomorrow. Accompany me and I will answer all your questions for your article. Dress nicely. I look forward to... taking it off..."

  Shock and disbelief ran through my veins. I visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art frequently, but each time the ivory building still astounded me. It contained the world's premier creations, with the likes of Vermeer, Monet, Van Gogh, and countless more. My favorite was the Portrait of Madame X, a scandal of its time.

  I was also intimidated by the thought of going to a place containing so many people of high statuses. There would be celebrities, political figures, and of course, billionaires.


  Jasmine was delighted to hear that I would be attending the gala with Aiden. She helped me to curl my hair because she insisted that "celebrity hair has volume". I looked at myself in the mirror. The girl that stared back at me was an entirely different person. Her hair flowed beautifully, her eyes seemed close to gold, and her skin was perfectly smooth.

  The dress Aiden picked fit a little too tight, although I'm sure that was the intention. He has a good eye. The scarlet dress hugged my body and would make any girl look like an empress. Anticipation filled me, but I couldn't tell if it was from finally getting justice, or seeing Aiden again.


  Precisely at seven a sleek limousine pulled up to our apartment complex. It was luxurious, modern, expensive. The vehicle was extremely out of place in our outdated and cheap neighborhood. When Aiden laid eyes on me he smiled to himself. He was awestruck as I gracefully ambled towards him, continuously admiring my figure.

"Speechless, Mr. Anderson?" I tease, "the silence is a nice change."

  In an attempt to show control I casually place my hand over his chest as I walked past him. His heart was beating rapidly, and he was breathing deeply.

  I use my other limb to bring his face close to mine. "Maybe I'll wear it more often if you can be quiet," I whisper into his ear. The rare instance of me having authority feels exhilarating. But Aiden soon recovers, and he pushes me against the limo. His dominance is back, and his voice is husky.

  "I'll do anything you want me to do if you wear that dress." His hand slowly traced my figure. "And what is it that you want me to do, Miss Adaline?"

  This time his actions trigger involuntary physical reactions. My pupils start to dilate. But there way no way I'd let him win after knowing how much power I really have.

  "You'll find out tonight, Aiden."


  The drive to the museum was a much different atmosphere than what had occurred right outside just moments ago. While in good faith, Aiden had sounded very condescending while explaining to me how to behave in front of the paparazzi.

  "I know how to behave in social situations!" I almost scream at him, "I'm a goddamn journalist, I know more about this than you do."

  "Watch your language little girl," He crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at me.


  There were almost two completely different people that composed Aiden Anderson. There was the arrogant and ruthless person who I could not wait to expose. But at the same time, there was a spontaneous and sensual side, and somehow I'd become almost intrigued by that side.

Why are guys so complicated?

  Skyscrapers in the light of dusk danced passed our car windows. Stars began to twinkle as the sun sunk. In this dim light I examined him. As always, he was wearing a flattering and classic black suit. Aiden's jawline was tightened, and he clutched a drink. Everything about him echoed authority.

  His eyes were focused on the landscape outside, no doubt was he thinking about different ways to buy out his competition, or how to expand his empire. It was kill or be killed in the animal kingdom; It was the same in the business world.

  Am I actually trying to sympathize with the man whose father ruined my parents' lives? For a moment I dwelled in the confusion and pondered the thought. Do the right thing and bring him to justice. Stay focused.


  After some time in silence, the driver alerted us that we had arrived.

  "I know I'm beautiful but it's rude to stare," he smirked at me after he noticed I was studying him. “But if you wanted a closer look, all you had to do was ask.” Aiden snaked his arm around my waist and brought my face to his. A scent of pine pulsated off of his clean suit jacket. I push against his chest but he remains unmoved, standing firm in this compromising position.

  “Aiden… Let me go.” I whisper in an unconvincing tone, slightly disgusted with myself about how desperate I sound.

  “I don’t think you want me to do that. I can see your heart beating faster, your breathing getting deeper, and your mind spiraling further. I promise that I can take you there sweetheart.” Waves of desire engulfed his now raspy voice.

  With shaking hands I pried myself out of his grip. But the power I had over him filled me with a surge of determination. “Sorry Mr. Anderson. But I will not be one of your nameless hookups. Now get your ass out of this limo, I have an article to write.”

  But his voice confirmed one thing I already knew.

 For some absurd reason Aiden Anderson wanted me. Bad.

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