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A novel of romance and suspense, with a perfect blend of intrigue, passion and rage; a captivating recipe taking partners through the seasons of love. When Love Evolves
Simone, the CEO of a dynamic conglomerate, is in an uncompromising position with the crime world. She struggles to save her company and calls her sister Sabrina for assistance. The two fight saving the business while murder, intrigue, and rage strikes. They recruit the assistance of Rodney, a lover Simone’s rejected, to assist in their efforts. But when Simone see’s opportunity to rekindle a love, Gail adds another dimension of challenge. Her passion for Rodney interferes with Simone’s attempts to win Rodney’s heart. With Sabrina’s help, the battle for Rodney heats as the three women maneuver for position.
―Embezzlement, laundering! I can‘t believe Stefan would do such a thing,‖ Simone said to Sabrina while driving from the lawyer‘s office downtown. Frowning with intensity, Simone pondered how things went wrong over the years. She‘d married her ideal man. Stefan turned out to be just that: an idea. He‘d maneuvered his way beyond Simone‘s love and into her finances. It was over a year before Simone opened her life to him the way Rodney, a failed flame, had done for her. She had allowed Stefan access to her accounts out of love. Her eyes were blinded by her affection for a player, a man of little moral value and without belief in true love. Stefan had seen a path to riches, and it was the path he‘d proudly traveled.
Stefan belonged to a group of people who played their luck on quick riches. He observed many lives, comparing those who played the game of life fairly to those who cheated. It donned on him repeatedly that good guys finish last, and the path to immediate riches and wealth came to those who schemed their way to success.
It was like heaven when Simone crossed his path, flashing her wealth at the annual city fundraiser. She wore a beautifully styled designer ball gown, accented with diamond bracelets, and sported a five carat necklace worth its weight in gold. He made his way to her and pursued the challenge. Realizing her huntress personality, Stefan created a night of intrigue, masking himself with a cloud of mystery; he led Simone with a blindfold of seduction. He intrigued her in a way she‘d never experienced. Stefan began to flirt with other women in front of Simone, leading her into a rage of desire, compelling her competitive nature to win him over. She fought hard to get his attention the entire night, to divert him away from the gorgeous women. Stefan played her like a man fingering the fiddle. His goal was entrapment, but Simone didn‘t see it.
Stefan never let on that he didn‘t ask anyone else to dinner or drinks that evening. He had, however, leaned on a few women and hinted to having such an interest, especially in plain view of Simone. With the night lingering, the cat and mouse game about to end, he postured himself as the hottest bachelor available, and the winner…Simone! While in the midst of a crowd of beautiful women attending the fundraiser, his sudden invitation for her to accompany him to dinner came when her guard was down. ―Yes,‖ Simone said and smiled triumphantly.
Dinner went well for Simone. She invited Stefan to her place afterwards, something Simone didn‘t do often with men she‘d just met. It was the bad-girl move, a spontaneous adventure—one she‘d have never thought of embarking on with Rodney. Stefan moved as if he played a song, plucking all the right notes, which encouraged Simone to fall into his arms. Once they arrived at Simone‘s mansion, Stefan smiled deep inside and visions of
gold lingered in his mind. I’m landing this one, this one’s going to be my wife. Stefan moved toward Simone and pulled her close.
―What are you doing?‖ Simone grinned and embraced Stefan‘s advances.
―It‘s what you expect me to do. I‘m not alone here, you‘re ready for this.‖ Stefan leaned in with a kiss and then kissed her again. Simone savored his touch and she forgot anything but her lustful thoughts. Since her Aunt Marge had passed away, she‘d focused so much on managing her business and inheritance that she had never allowed outside influences. Simone never wanted to lose the money Aunt Marge had bequeathed, so Simone had concentrated on generating cash flow and building a successful company beyond her aunt‘s wildest dreams. Nothing gave her joy like seeing the numbers grow. It was her financial background and training that drove her to reach greater wealth. But at the moment, she only centered on Stefan. ―I so want this,‖ she said.
―I know you want this, just as I do.‖ Stefan continued his advances and led her up the stairs, searching for a bedroom. ―Take me to where you‘re most comfortable.‖
―Turn there,‖ Simone said. Stefan turned into Simone‘s room, where there was a queen-sized canopy bed, silk linens, and soft white chiffon curtains. He guided her to the side of the bed and pushed. Simone sat up and kneeled at the edge of the bed. ―Hold tight,‖ she said, deciding to switch roles and take the lead. ―Let me get you out of those clothes.‖ Simone grabbed Stefan‘s shirt and pulled
it over his head; buttons snapped as she ignored the restrictions. She pulled him onto the bed, and then jumped and sat on his stomach while he lay on the cool satin sheets. She attacked him with outrageous kisses, but Stefan didn‘t remain powerless. He flipped her, laying her flat on her back, and he massaged her body. He encouraged her to rise to the opportunity of seduction, preparing her for sensual pleasure. It was long coming, as Simone hadn‘t allowed someone this close in ages. Her excitement built in levels beyond control, and her moist flower gave Stefan indication of her will.
He placed his tie over her eyes and charmed her into submission. ―Let me take you. Relax, darling, relax while I explore your lovely body.‖
―Oh, but I …‖ Simone said in a soft, excited voice. ―I can‘t, no one has ever blindfolded me before.‖
―It‘s okay, trust me. Trust me and let me explore.‖ Stefan said as he moved over to her side and touched her neck without touching any other part of her body. He touched her with his fingertips, barely grazing her as he moved down the curves of her breast, circled the nipples, and down to her stomach. He kissed her stomach with no pressure, but full lips. Simone felt sensations, those nerve endings responding, like a brisk wind from a snow-covered mountain, thousands of feet above. He jolted her with his next move; his lips touched the tip of her flower, the lily of life. He then kissed her toes, and back to the flower without touching her locations in between. He surprised her when he finally made full body contact and thrust his
manhood inside. It was enough to send blasting sensations up her spine and into her mind defining pleasure, glorious pleasure. She grabbed her blindfold, threw it across the room and grabbed Stefan as if holding on for dear life. She dug her nails into his back as he rode her like a bucking stallion, a colt being broken for the first ride. Stefan slammed her for minutes, and took her for what seemed like hours as her climax reached; pleasure gripped her from the top of her head to the bottom of her toes. Her body shivered and he didn‘t stop, searching for yet another, and pushed, only slowing to grab her bottom, leveraging his balance for better control of his movements. He slowed only to kiss her, after bringing her to a second climax, and then her body became limp from the intense sensations. He nibbled her, softly, on her lips, her eyes, and her nose, and then whispered, ―Aren‘t you glad you trusted me?‖
―Um hum,‖ Simone said with her eyes half-closed.
―Good.‖ Stefan softly caressed her forehead. He cuddled her the rest of the night, feeling the elation of hitting the jackpot.
Stefan became her regular; he showered her with kindness, attention, and yet still presented enough of a challenge to Simone‘s affection. He toyed with her ego to promote her admiration of him, and fooled her into thinking she was the one who felt the thrill of victory. He established a strong character of wealth by posing as a rich man. Stefan impressed his ideas of living a quality life upon her,
and seeded the potential of a future business partnership in her mind. Stefan had no wealth, nothing near comparison to Simone‘s financial situation. He rented nice cars to impress Simone, maxed out his credit cards while shopping with her, and surprised her with trips to exotic locations. Each time it was smoke and mirrors, a guise filled with deceit. Simone fell, and fell hard, as she loved his attention and the level of intrigue he presented. Even his sly attention to other women encouraged her; she viewed it as the catalyst of challenge. Stefan borrowed to maintain the facade and bank after bank, friend after friend, gave him loans. He managed to build a convincing paper trail of false companies, which elicited eager investors. The accumulated debt rose into hundreds of thousands of dollars, and still the image kept Simone at bay with excitement. He masked his reality and his profession with fake business meetings and friends who acted professional in Simone‘s presence.
Simone fell deeply in love with Stefan. She couldn‘t wait to make him a permanent part of her life. She pushed for commitment, especially since so many other women seemed interested in him. When he proposed, she felt she‘d conquered over and defeated the others, and was filled with joy in her heart and mind. At last, Simone had found a partner who was sensual, witty, and complicated—nothing like her encounters with Rodney, who had always showered her with emotions. The carriage ride in the park, the dinner date, and the hospital were nothing in comparison to her adventures with
Stefan. Sabrina, Simone‘s sister, had insisted, ―You were crazy for not grabbing Rodney,‖ but Simone still concluded, I did well, really well.
Stefan moved in with haste, and embraced Simone‘s wealth. Simone was the CEO of Willingham Corp., the company she and her sister, Sabrina, had inherited from their late Aunt Marge. Since they‘d inherited the small management company, Simone had grown it into a successful conglomerate. Stefan studied Simone avidly, waiting for the right minute to make his move. He managed to learn her business, one page at a time, and spoke to her as an advisor. He won her trust and admiration, as many of his ideas produced positive results. Stefan finagled his way into her financial accounts, and there it began.
There, the happy Stefan, who was just as eager about marriage as Simone was, pressured her for a rush wedding. Instead of a large ceremony, he talked Simone into a quaint, simple event with few guests, and whisked her away to Europe for their honeymoon. They trekked from the Swiss Alps to Naples, Italy in fifteen days, exploring the finer things each city offered. They visited Sabrina and James, her husband, in Paris, where the four toured the city for three days. It was a whirlwind of pleasure for Simone, and Stefan strategically moved with each day, gaining greater trust and love without Simone's slightest suspicion. Simone caught Stefan flirting with a few women along the way. Harmless flirtations, Simone always rationalized.
Months later, Stefan was under pressure to repay the debts he incurred while presenting his elaborate ruse. He devised a plan to dissolve his fake company and take over one of Simone‘s subsidiary businesses as a way of ―contributing‖ to the household. ―Simone, I need to talk to you,‖ Stefan said on his cell phone from the empty office. He went on to feed her his ideas, and Simone agreed with him, as she always did. Stefan had rented an office suite as a front with only a chair and table for furniture. Daily he lied to Simone as he ventured to the office ―for work.‖
Simone remained focused on building an empire. She avoided checking on Stefan as her interest was solely on the numbers his office produced. She felt that as long as the numbers were positive, there wasn‘t a need for supervision. Her greatest concern was the comfort in having a partner who could share work with over dinner.
Instead of going to the office, Stefan found entertainment at various locations throughout the city. He joined social clubs, and fell in love with golf and tennis. Stefan often visited a coffee shop on the drive to a small beach town, east of Richmond, where he‘d found the perfect table facing the ocean. The distance from the city gave him freedom to socialize during his hours away from Simone. Stefan lived the high life at Simone‘s expense, and as her spouse, he had no sense of guilt. One day while golfing, one of his lenders pressed him for collection. The friend asked for repayment of the money he‘d loaned. Stefan agreed to repay
soon, but over the next few weeks he didn‘t return the man‘s calls. One day, the man left a message on Stefan‘s machine, threatening to expose Stefan‘s scam to Simone. Stefan couldn‘t afford losing the life he‘d attained and promised payment by the end of the month.
It was then that the wheels of deceit began rolling faster and screeched in need of control of Simone‘s money. Stefan devised a serious plan to embezzle from Simone‘s company. His access was immediate as her husband without a prenuptial agreement. Stefan wanted to prolong his lifestyle, manage his creditors, and keep them from Simone‘s knowledge. Day after day, he enjoyed a life of leisure and luxury while embezzling funds from Simone‘s investment business and her extremely profitable accounts. The fraud was so smooth–it amounted to millions in business expenses over a period of two years. He cooked the books, threatened the accountants, and manipulated funds from Simone.
One particular deal Simone agreed to at Stefan‘s request was a merger with Thrust Funds, Inc. Unbeknownst to Simone, this financial investment and insurance company was actually a front for laundering money for some of Stefan‘s shady friends and loaners. He created a deal to cover his debt and financed the scheme. Since the business made a profit, Simone didn‘t think to investigate her husband‘s operations. When numbers dropped, she only inquired to his active plan at returning the business to a profitable level.
She separated her business efforts from her relationship with Stefan to secure their marriage in the home and, as always, found it a challenge to keep Stefan from outside interests. Simone made him feel needed and greatly appreciated at all costs. She was ecstatic with hope for the new effort, until the accountant approached her office with bad news.
―Ma‘am, there is a problem,‖ said David, her accountant.
―Problem?‖ Simone asked. ―What kind of problem?‖ He had her full attention.
―Thrust Funds, Inc., one of our subsidiary companies, didn‘t make a profit as reported earlier. The company is actually down $2.3 million. I can‘t find anything reporting achievements, and there are no evidence of output as the previous records indicated. The funny thing is, banking transactions show a cash flow, but nothing reflects concrete investments in any market, real estate purchases, or customer investment contracts. The biggest challenge is that the Internal Revenue Service will investigate. It is on their radar for audit. We have a real problem here, ma‘am.‖ David passed the folder to Simone and took a seat.
―Thank you for that report. I need to review the folder and make a few calls. Let me investigate your findings and I‘ll call you with a plan. Thanks for the good work,‖ Simone said to David and excused him from her office. She opened the folder and began to analyze the contents. If every account had large credits, why did he debit so much? Simone played with numbers on her
calculator. She took each major account, added them, and divided it per quarterly payout. The numbers were staggering. Thrust Funds Incorporated paid out over sixty million dollars in its short existence. Supposedly, the company showed eight million dollars in profit, but it disappeared after David‘s review. Where did it go? She looked further and saw the last account transaction directed funds offshore, with a startling name on the ledger. Stefan transferred thirty million to an offshore account, including the money she‘d invested to save the small company.
That bastard. Simone dialed her sister‘s phone number. Simone had managed to diminish her circle of friends, most of whom were very attractive women. When they were around Stefan, it made her quite jealous. Of course, Stefan‘s flirting didn‘t help the situation. Simone‘s closest friends decided to see her only when she was alone, but since she didn‘t like going to functions or events without her Stefan, the women had dissipated. Sabrina was Simone‘s only sounding board.