The Hacker

"Where we're going, doesn't require fashion, Amira" (1)

It was a beautiful day for flying, she thought. The skies were void of all clouds and her private jet was all set to go. Stepping out from her van, she accepted the help from the staff as they collected her bags and escorted her on board.

Amira took off her sun hat as soon as she stepped on board; relieved that she was now out of the hot sun. Immediately, she noticed Kai sitting across from her, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What's got you so amused?"

"You're quite dressed up..." he stifled a small laugh as he surveyed her outfit; a light blue pantsuit paired with some high heels and her white sun hat... not to mention the shiny, dangling earrings.

"We're going to London, what was I supposed to do, wear jeans and a T-shirt?" she raised an eyebrow at him; noticing that he was indeed wearing jeans and a T-shirt.

"Nothing beats comfort," he shrugged.

"You live in New York for Christ's sake. There's fashion all around you and you choose jeans and a white T-shirt?"

Kai laughed in his seat, ready to burst her bubble. "Where we're going, doesn't require fashion, Amira."

"Are you kidding me? I've been dying to see London," she said while accepting a glass of champagne from the attendant.

"We'll be landing in London... but it's not where we'll be staying..."

Her eyes narrowed mid-sip and she lowered her glass before swallowing the little champagne she managed to taste. "What are you talking about?"

"Did you even read the report I sent you?"

"I saw London and I was sold..."

This time Kai burst out laughing; not at all feeling bad for doing so. Amira was very much still a child on the inside.

"Tom and his uncle resided in a town outside of London called Ide Hill. Never heard of it before now— which is perfect for someone who was hiding for seven years."

"Ide Hill?" Amira asked with furrowed brows and a pout.

"Don't be too disappointed, Amira. We can stay in London after we find out what the hell is going on,"

She tried not to be disappointed but she couldn't help it. She had always dreamed of going to London. At least she could enjoy the lights of the city when they land.

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Brynne had been staring at her phone for what seemed like hours. She wasn't sure what to make of it or how she should feel about it. Micah sat beside her on the couch, watching TV while she was stressing out over a simple email.

"I can feel your tension bouncing around the room," he finally said to her. "What's wrong?"

She wasn't sure what she should say. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the decor and feeling content that she and Amira had brought this place to life. The room was filled with warm, manly tones such as browns and dark greys with a few hints of burgundy. It still amazed her that Micah had allowed her to do this much without knowing anything about her at the time.

"Brynne, you're spacing out again,"

"I'm sorry..." she sighed, "I've been doing that a lot lately,"

"Is it school? Do you need more time to focus on your studies?"

"No, it's not that,"

Pre-law had been great so far, actually and she loved that he was so supportive and understanding if she needed time to herself.

"Then what is it?"

"My mother emailed me... saying she's coming to New York and wants to meet up..." she said before turning the phone around and showing him the email.

His eyebrows shot up; almost joining his hairline as the shock ran through him. Despite being together the last couple of weeks, Brynne still hadn't told him about her trip to see her mother so Micah had no clue what went down.

"Wow... that's sort of huge. Are you going to accept?"

"I don't know what to do... I mean, she left me..."

"Hear her out, babe. Maybe she's changed."

She thought about that for a minute. Then a thought popped into her head.

"I'll see her if you agree to see your father,"

Immediately, he shook his head, "I will do no such thing,"

She chuckled. "Then I won't see my mother. There, it's settled." She leaned in to kiss him on his cheek—to which he turned his head at the last second to catch her lips in a quick, searing kiss.

His hand snaked around her waist and he pulled her over his lap to straddle him. "There's something else we need to settle," he smirked against her lips.

Her hand reached for his zipper while he reached under her dress to push her panties aside. "I like this conversation better," she murmured before rubbing him against her clit to get herself wet—which wasn't long.

Guiding his erection to her opening, she held her breath and prepared herself for his entrance. No matter how many times they had sex, he was still bigger than she could manage. His length was usually manageable but his girth... that was another story.

His hands were firm on her hips as she began to rock back and forth, coaxing her walls to take more of him. Throwing her head back, she moaned and held on to his shoulders as he started to take over by controlling her hips with his strong hands. Soon, she was so wet that it helped him to go faster; filling the room with the sloppy noises of sex and bringing them closer to climax.

Their harsh breaths fanned one another and Brynne had to dig her nails into his shoulder to ground herself; delaying her climax just a bit longer. She understood the concept of a quickie; she'd been doing them for the last couple of weeks as their busy schedules only allowed them as much. But she wanted to enjoy this... wanted to enjoy the things this powerful man could do to her.

—but she only managed to hold out just a few minutes more before arching her back and crying out into the room.

Micah followed soon after, bucking his hips while anchoring hers to his; making sure she got every last drop.

"Jesus," he breathed once they sagged against each other. Glancing up at the clock in front of him, Micah saw that it only took them seven minutes and he already felt so spent. What the hell was going on? Usually, they'd roll around for at least an hour.

He was determined to go again; already feeling his penis growing.

"I know," she caught her breath. "Remember that we have dinner with my father at six."

Glancing up again, he saw that it was a quarter to six and he groaned as the mention of her father killed his growing erection—and she felt it, which made her giggle in his ear.

"We're finishing this later, no buts," he demanded. It had been too long since she slept over. She'd usually spend her evenings at his place then head home by ten; which didn't give them much time to get it on since she had assignments to complete.

"Yes, sir," she grinned as he gave her ass a little slap. Later indeed.

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A little sexy time in the first chapter to make up for the lack thereof in the first book lmao

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