Dream Company

Jayelle Thorne

Description

For years, Carson MacMillan’s family believed she traveled the world visiting exotic places with sporadic communication, and rare unexpected trips home. But, her mysterious lifestyle is more adventuresome, and much closer to home, than they imagined.

While wrestling her own demons, the strong- willed Carson is caught in her quest to right wrongs done to her and others, at the hand of the wealthy entrepreneur, Blaine Montgomery. When a sex scandal exposes the dark secrets that dominate her life, she discovers Montgomery is not the only man obsessed with her. Uber rich and commanding, Grant Sutter reaches back from her past—the past she thought she had long ago buried—and forces his way into her life. He takes her way beyond her limits in pursuit of her ultimate submission.

As she struggles in an internal tug of war between good and evil and keeping everyone she loves safe from harm, Montgomery’s paranoia rages in his attempt to elude the authorities that are intent on pinning a sex-related murder on him. The upheaval leads Carson to discover the shocking targets of his sick games.

Sujets

• Billionaire
• Alpha (ethology)
• BDSM
• Discipline
• Suspense
• Danger
• Bondage et discipline, domination et soumission et sado-masochisme

Informations

• Publié par: Blushing Books Publications
• Date de parution: 08 juillet 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781627509367
• Langue: English

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Dream Company
TheDream Series, Book Two
 
By
 
Jayelle Thorne
 
 
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Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
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Chapter One
 
The undercurrent of thechauffeured ride to the west side mansion is downright creepy. Withdrawn fromthe vehicle’s dashboard lights, and hovered in a corner shy of streetlights, Isit alone in my pain. I don’t dare cry out. I can’t let Trevor see me weak. Ican’t draw his sympathy. He has to protect Raleigh. Even if it means he thinksI’m the bitch sister who ruined her life.  
I glaze my eyes.  
I rigid my nerves.  
I step into the darkness coldas the night air.  
Inside, shuffled to a roomkeeping the knowledge of my visit minimal, I sit in dread wait for Raleigh. Sheis unaware of the devastation I’m about to detonate. I disgust myself. I detestmyself. I despise myself. Her innocence is a precious commodity to me. Myinnocence was but a fleeting moment in time. So very far away. Almostforgotten.
Almost.
Damn fine mess Satteen hasgotten into. She should have kept Davis Covington on a tighter leash. Sheshould have known this could happen. Her fuck up is hurting people I love.  
She doesn’t have the right todo that to them.  
I don’t want to do this.
I don’t want to be here.          
I don’t want to hurt mysister.
Tucker opens the door with aStonehenge expression that deveins the fragile arteries of my slipperyresolve.    
Raleigh brushes past with asweetness on her face and an embrace in her arms. I’m glad to see her. But, Idon’t have the energy for a hug.  
She downs her hurt, andwithdraws her offer, and steps away in a disappointed acceptance of my badmood. “You look fabulous, Carson. I love what you’re doing with your hair. Idon’t think I’ve ever seen it this long. Jealous of mine, huh?”  
Her words seemed picked outof careful and trudged in faulty uncertain, and delivered unsure of theirreception. She tries to ease the tension, but I can’t go there.  
“How long have you been inFort Worth? Did you just get here?” My downcast face that can’t look into heranxious eyes is taking its toll on her patience. “How did you know where I was?How the hell how do you know Blaine and Trevor?”
“Raleigh.” I put my hand onher mouth. “This is hard. I’m in trouble.”
Her eyes dart. Her swallowsticks questions that hang on the strain of her tongue.
I fucking wish I had abourbon.  
I wish she had a double.  
I wish she wasn’t making thisharder by being so sweet, so kind, so… Raleigh.
“I… I’m… in Madame Dominque’sworld of erotic pleasure and pain, I’m a skilled Dominatrix in the sensationalart of BDSM. Bondage and discipline. Domination and submission. Sadism andmasochism. In that world, I’m… I’m known as Satteen.”
When she doesn’t run from theroom screaming to be rescued from the evil of me, I continue speaking in slowwords. As if speed of delivery somehow lessens significance of message.
“Beneath the streets, I'm inthe same building where Blaine Montgomery works and lives right on top of me.Three years in February since I became Satteen, second in command at The Company.Watching all of the men and women coming in and out of the playrooms, livingout their deepest, darkest fantasies.”
Listening to the world I’veembodied, I’ve embraced, I’ve personified is an unforgiveable confession thatcomes with no pardon.  
Embarrass is a weakexcuse.  
Ignorance is not anoption.  
Damnation is a hell of adestiny.
“Three years I’ve beenentrusted with their secrets. Knowing exactly who they are, who they pretend tobe with their wives and husbands and children, their bosses and employees, andtheir friends and lovers. But, for three years, they haven’t known me as anyonebut Satteen.” I pause to see if she can stand any more of me. To see if I canstand to hear my sins spoken out loud.
“Now, they’re going to findout that I’m Carson MacMillan, Raleigh MacMillan’s older sister. The sameRaleigh MacMillan who created a media explosion over the launch of BGMEnterprises last Sunday evening—the one they can’t stop talking about.The same Raleigh MacMillan who is opening her own ad agency, Scott MacMillanand Montgomery... the name with an ampersand.”
She smiles at the wordampersand, so I smile, too.
“The same Raleigh MacMillanwho has three other sisters. Sweet, innocent, unsuspecting sisters who aregoing to have their lives dragged through the headlines. And, they’re all goingto hate their sister, Carson. All of you. Even you, Raleigh. Even you. Mydearest. My sweetest. My favorite sister.”
I stare into the nothingnessof my life in the open air.
I breathe from the stench ofmy depravity in the exposed light.
I shudder for the loss of myvirtue in the unspeakable chasm.
She leans forward.  
She smiles sweet.  
She speaks soft. “I know. Idon’t hate you. They won’t hate you either. Well, Brooklyn will, but she alwayshas.”  
I shrug. It’s true. “Promiseme something?”
“Of course.”
“You won’t tell them you’remy favorite.”
Raleigh chuckles. “I promise.I won’t burst that bubble.”
“Some bubble, huh?”
“The best kind. The one wherewe’re all sweet and innocent little girls with parents who adore us. Just happybecause daddy had the sense to not say he was in Oshkosh or Tecumseh orSchenectady with mother’s where-in-the-world-are-you-when-this-baby-poppednaming system. And, our biggest worry is whether or not Savannah’s freckleswill grow together, and she’ll be tanner than the rest of us.”
“I had forgotten that. Itrust they haven’t turned into that marvelous tan?”
“No. She has about a million.And, baby Gigi is the spitting image of her mama, red hair and freckles. Socute.”
I have missed my family. Ihave missed so much. So much. Too much. “I’ve only seen pictures of the baby.She looks adorable. Savannah is such the happy little mama.” Brief smile overpleasantries fades into voice trail reality. “Oh, Raleigh, what have I done?”
Our eyes lock hold and leapoff the ledge into waterfalls.
I let Raleigh hug me.  
I need her to hug me.
I need to hug her.
“Carson, you are just beingyou. The adventurer we all love and adore. That’s not going to change. We’renot going to change. Sure, we’ll yell and cuss and rant and rave and cry andhug and make up. Just like we always do. That’s just us being us. We’resisters. We can get through anything.”
Her words are bittersweet onmy lips that I bite to almost bleed. I wish it were that simple. But, it’s not.
“It doesn’t matter what theysay about you, Carson. Doesn’t matter what they say about me, or anything, oranybody. We’re the MacMillan sisters. We have that blood running through ourveins. There’s nothing thicker, or stronger, or better than MacMillan blood.Hell. I don’t have a problem with spilling some of mine, if that’s what ittakes, to protect my big sister.”
“Oh, Raleigh. You reallydon’t have to say that. You already have the favorite sister thing wrapped up.But, I have another favor to ask.”
“Sure. Anything.”
“I know