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.


12. The Job

“Please. There is no way I’m working for you,” I sneer. Aiden smiles to himself and brings his blue gaze to meet mine. His thumb grazes across his jawline, and his eyes turn serious.

    “I want you for your mind, Iris.” He retorts, “you are confident in foreign policy and would be great in negotiations.” I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. I was in my underwear, but Aiden still managed to be composed despite the moment of passion we shared.

    “From nine to five you would be directing oil projects, but afterwards you can do some personal work for me all night.” A nonchalant smirk tugs on his lips when he sees my cheeks turning as red as the lace on my bra. “Just think about it.”

    He pulls my bare skin onto him for one last embrace, and then he leaves my apartment.


Butterflies flutter unwillingly in my stomach. Even though I hated him with every limb in my body, there was an air of confidence and intelligence I couldn’t help but be attracted to. He was cunning, and financially endowed. But from his cerulean blue eyes to his chiseled back he’d been physically endowed as well.

God Iris. What’s wrong with you? Get a grip on yourself. His father was an asshole, and he’s an asshole. It will never change.

A shiver runs through my spine when I remember that Aiden is very influential and he’d somehow gotten people to investigate me. Red rose slightly in my cheeks when I realize what people could have seen while taking those pictures found on his laptop.

I decided to sleep on the couch, right in front of the Portrait of Madame X. But I couldn’t drift away. In part because of the paranoia of a man with a camera lurking in the shadows, and in part because I kept replaying the warmth of Aiden’s hands on my body.

But regardless the spark he’d ignited burned bright all night.


    My eyes were greeted by the glare of the disapproving morning sun. My alarm buzzed softly in the background. It rang eight fifty, and work began in less than thirty minutes. In a frenzy I threw on a pencil skirt, a grey blazer, and flew down the stairs in a pair of high heels. I didn’t even bother taking off the lingerie from last night. By the time I haphazardly chased down a taxi my wristwatch flashed nine ten.

    If Damon wasn’t mad at me before he’d definitely be mad at me now.

    When I entered into my office I ran headfirst into something hard. My eyes met the amused gaze of my supervisor himself. Disoriented, his arms grasp my waist to steady me.

“Damon, what are you doing here?” I ask, slightly flustered in his arms.

He runs a hand through his hair and looks directly at me, maintaining strenuous eye contact. “I wanted to speak to you about your article. You’re late,” he states, “you will stay later tonight to make up for lost time.”

He doesn’t leave. In fact, he shuts the door behind me and sits at my desk, playing with a pen. The only person in the entire city of New York I was nervous in front of was my supervisor, and now it was just us in this secluded corner.

“Of course.” I meekly respond, “Aiden has offered me a job but I did not accept.” I kept silent on the topic of the energy deal with ambassador Cindermil, if Damon knew that the article could be compromised he would assign this new story to someone else. His sole intention seemed to be bringing Aiden to his knees, no matter the cost.

Damon’s chestnut eyes darkened. He tensed in his business suit, and his thumb traced along the stubble of his jawline. Finally he says, “I want you to take the job.”


“What?” I manage to choke out. A bit of hesitation was prominent in his voice, but nevertheless he said I should. “With all due respect, Mr. Rodgers, why would you want me to take the job?”

An emotionless laugh came seeping through his lips. “If you take the job you will have access to countless files. For the article, of course.” Damon’s hands made a fist around the pen he’d been playing with, effectively bending it in half.

“Mr. Rodgers… There’s no way I could have any access to the important information.”

Damon strides over to me and locks the office door. I feel a long finger running along the trail of my leg, and I feel his gaze permeate my skin. Another hand unbuttons my blazer to reveal the red lingerie from last night through a sheer blouse. He chuckles to himself.

“We both know that you can be very resourceful.” Damon whispers into my neck, causing his hot breath to tint my skin. “And remember, I’m just Damon to you.”

Without another word he swiftly exits my office.


The rest of the day continued in a subjective and blurred haze. I could no longer read anyone’s intentions. Both Damon and Aiden’s motives seemed trivial, but at the same time purely objective. It was as if I was just a business transaction. As if I was merely a pawn.


    The night saved me from having to face anyone again, albeit I’d have to give my final decision. It should have been my life, my accord, my choice. But I knew that I really had no say in this web of cruel intentions.

    With a shaking hand I dialed Aiden’s office number. The same voice of the secretary that interrupted our first interview answered.

“Hello, this is Anderson Enterprises. What may I help you with?”

My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of my dinning table. I was throwing myself into the storm that was to come.

    “Please leave a note for Aiden Anderson,” I swallow. “I’ve thought about it. And I accept your offer.”

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