The Price Possession

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T. Stanlight

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Autore

T. Stanlight

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5,6M

Capitoli

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After aspiring journalist Kate Dawson insults the city's richest CEO, he puts a target on her back.

When she catches him in a depraved act, he makes it his mission to punish her.

In his game of dominance, will Kate learn to love submission?

Age Rating: 18+

One Way to Get the CEO’s Attention

KATE

It was 6:15 p.m., and the lobby of Price Industries’ office tower was emptying even as I crossed the polished marble floor toward the line of elevator doors.

The interview wasn’t what made me nervous, though a lot was riding on it going well.

No. It was the elevator ride.

My claustrophobia was unpredictable and ranged from mild to severe.

Hitting the “up” button to call the nearest elevator, a cold sweat broke out on my back and forehead. My heart began to race as I dabbed my makeup, afraid it would smear.

Don’t sweat. Don’t panic.

Shit.

With a friendly ding, the elevator doors opened, revealing a completely ordinary interior.

The enclosed space was what I couldn’t handle.

It felt like walking into my own tomb.

“Kate, get your shit together,” I said and forced myself to step inside.

The doors tried to shut, and I cried out, jumping back into the lobby.

I could breathe easy again once I was out of there, but what I needed was on the top floor.

That’s where Taylor Price’s office was. He was Price Industries’ CEO. A billionaire. A titan of industry. A recluse.

This was the second effort I’d made to get the interview; his secretary had just notified me that he’d accepted our request for another.

The first time, he’d canceled on me at the last second.

Arthur, my editor at The Daily House, was not happy that that opportunity had slipped away.

It wasn’t my fault, but results were the only thing Arthur wanted.

Well, if I didn’t get in this elevator, the result would be missing the interview and losing my job. And then basically my life would fall apart.

My Nana was the only family I had in all of Philadelphia—in all of Pennsylvania, for that matter. It was just the two of us ever since my parents had died when I was twelve.

And now, Nana’s life was overrun with doctor’s appointments, prescriptions, and treatments. She suffered from severe arthritis and osteoporosis, and the bills were always piling higher.

I needed this interview, and to get it, I needed to get in the elevator.

And to do that, I needed help.

Kate

I’m freaking out

Rick

Did he cancel on you again?? What a prig!

Kate

I’m still in the lobby, I’m having one of my meltdowns

Rick

What is it?

Rick

The elevator?

Kate

Yes 😰😓

Rick

Did you do your breathing?

Kate

Yes, it didn’t help

Rick

Are you in the elevator now?

Kate

I can’t get in

Rick

Do you have your earbuds? Put them in, put some music on and close your eyes

Rick

It’ll be over before you know it

Rick

Want me to stay on with you while you ride up?

Kate

I don’t have my earbuds

Rick

Why not?

Kate

Does it matter? I just don’t

Rick

Is there anyone around who can ride up with you?

Kate

That’s so embarrassing – I’m not a little kid in an airport!

Rick

You don’t need to be embarrassed.

Rick

You NEED to get to that interview.

Rick

Stairs?

Kate

He’s on the top floor

Rick

Oh, yeah, you’d be a mess by the time you got there

Kate

Thanks

Rick

Describe how you feel

Kate

Thank you for listening, I don’t know what I’d do without you 😭

Kate

Racing 💓 , sweating, a little dizzy

Kate

Maybe I should try to reschedule?

Rick

?!??! Are you serious?

Rick

Bad idea – do what you have to but get that interview TODAY!

Rick

You’re a great reporter and a great writer and you know it

Kate

🤞🏼

Rick

You are, but you don’t need a mark against you with Arthur!

Kate

You aren’t calming me down!

Rick

Then stop throwing out bad ideas!

Kate

OK!

Rick

He’s not going to fire you, he’d never do that, so focus on what you need to focus on

Rick

The elevator. Do as I say as I say it. Are the doors open?

Kate

Yes

Rick

Are the buttons on the right or left?

Kate

Left

Rick

kk. You’re going to feel silly, but it’s alright. Hold your phone RIGHT UP by your face, I don’t want you looking at anything else

Kate

Ok…I’m doing it. All I see is my screen.

Rick

Step in, turn left, and hit the top floor button – do it now! Don’t think!

Rick

Go! Go! Go!

Rick

…? Kate? What’s happening? Are you in?

Kate

YES, RIDING UP, OH GOD OH GOD

Rick

Everything’s fine…everything’s fine…think of an open field…think of walking towards your own front door

Kate

Everything’s safe, everything’s good.

Rick

What floor are you on?

I wiped a drop of sweat off my brow and peeled my eyes open. The elevator dinged and the doors were open.

“Ah!” As fast as I could, I jumped out.

The huge windows beside me looked down on an epic top floor view.

Immediately, my heart began to return to normal. That didn’t help with the sweat or what must have been a makeup disaster on my face, but I’d made it.

Kate

Omg, you are a saint.

Kate

I’m here. I’m fine.

Rick

No you’re not.

Kate

???

Rick

You’re excellent. You’re a sniper. You’re a ninja. You’re a world record holding bodybuilder.

Rick

What can’t you do? Go reel that big fish in, get your interview, and get back home and write it up!

A huge smile broke out across my face. Rick was the best. I owed him big time for this.

I pulled out my compact mirror and saw my garish reflection; I gasped.

Damn.

I found a ladies’ room and washed off the Rorschach test that had been my makeup.

I checked myself out in the mirror.

The girl with the amber eyes, dimples, and a shock of red hair that seemed to always catch people’s attention.

I gathered myself as I walked out to the reception area.

I found a blonde, petite, doll-faced girl in her early twenties sitting behind a desk and cleared my throat.

“I’m Kate Dawson from The Daily House. I have an appointment with Mr. Price.”

“Oh, of course,” the receptionist said, frowning slightly. Evidently I was not what she had expected. “Please come this way.”

She led me through a large minimalist hallway that reeked of power. At the end was a large mahogany door.

“Please have a seat, Ms. Dawson. I’ll inform Mr. Price that you are here.”

After Taylor Price had rescheduled our first interview, Arthur had not been pleased. He had even threatened to fire me if another newspaper got the exclusive before we did.

Nobody had ever had the chance to interview Taylor Price face-to-face; it was as if the man didn’t exist.

It was either that or he simply didn’t want to make his life public property.

So this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. One that I could not afford to mess up.

Stop it, I ordered myself. Eyes clear. Head in the game. You got this.

I watched as the secretary knocked on the mahogany door and entered the room. My palms suddenly felt sweaty.

I caught a glimpse of Mr. Price’s shoes before the door had closed. They were pitch black and almost looked like they were…sparkling.

“Of course, sir,” I heard right before someone emerged from his office.

I stood up, a smile spreading across my face.

“Mr. Price, I’m—oh.”

But it wasn’t Taylor Price. Another woman emerged from his office. I swallowed down the rest of my words.

Feeling inexplicably self-conscious, I tugged lightly at my black, high-waisted skirt. The woman was beautiful. Too beautiful to be working here.

“Ms. Dawson, I presume?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “But I was expecting Mr. Price?”

“Yes, I’m Kristen, Mr. Price’s PA. I’m sorry, Ms. Dawson, but Mr. Price will have to reschedule.”

“What?!” I blustered, disbelieving. “But I made it up here—I mean, why?”

“Unfortunately, he has another meeting scheduled.”

My hands coiled into fists. My nostrils flared.

“I’m very sorry, Ms. Dawson—Kate—but I’m afraid there’s nothing more I can do—except for suggesting a different day.”

“You don’t understand,” I fumed. “This is my career he’s playing around with. If I go back with the same story, my boss will fire me.”

“Please, Kate,” Kristen shook her head. “Mr. Price does not take kindly to office scenes.”

“I am begging. Two questions—one! Anything, please.”

“Please take the rescheduled appointment. I don’t want to have to call security.”

I threw on a sarcastic smile and hooked my bag over my arm.

“I’ll leave, but please pass Mr. Price this message for me. Do you have a pen? Please tell him, from me: fuck yourself you…fucking dick!”

I turned and stormed out, throwing open the door to the staircase, forgetting I’d taken the elevator, forgetting I’d have to hike down thirty-seven floors, forgetting everything.

All I could see was red.

I’d just told the most powerful man in the world to fuck himself.

Arthur was going to fire me.

I’m done for.

TAYLOR

“She said WHAT?!”

I sat behind my big antique desk, brows knitted together into a thin line, while a flurry of activity and conference calls and emails and texts cut through the air of my crowded office.

Kristen stood before my desk with the trace of an amused smile on her lips.

“A. Fucking. Dick. Her words, Taylor. Not mine.”

No one, apart from maybe my father, had spoken to me like that. At least not to my face. My tolerance was limited, and my name far too reputable to allow anyone to tarnish it.

It wasn’t my fault that business had gotten in the way.

It’s not every day the opportunity to take over Jameson Enterprises occurs. I had just managed to snatch it from under Grayson’s nose.

A ruthless act?

Maybe.

There would have been hell to pay, but everybody who ever dared to come up against me knew better; no matter the circumstances, Taylor Price always won.

A lesson I intended to teach Ms. Dawson.

Kristen said, “Leave that poor girl alone.”

“You know how I feel about journalists,” I said. “And if she’s brazen enough to call me…”

“A dick.”

“Yes. That. Where does it end?”

I was an incredibly busy man, and my time was valued somewhere around $90,000 an hour. Who did she think she was?

I should have just left it there.

But that wasn’t my way.

I’d pay the price to teach her a lesson.

***

Rick

where are you