Calculated Risk

Calculated Risk

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

The second installment of A Risk Worth Taking- Calculated Risks is up and live. I know many of you have been waiting impatiently after the massive cliff hanger. Wait no more. In this installment, Daphne shucks her pride (sort of) and goes all in to reclaim her rightful place at the helm of Hotel Lux. Of course, it won't be without a few nasty twists and turns along the way. And what about Tate? Will she ever be able to forgive him? Maybe, but he has a lot to make up for. Despite Daphne's opinion of Tate and his salacious bet, there is more to the story of William, her mother, and how she ended up an orphan. Tate's plan is to protect Daphne from William. What can be worse than a hit on Daphne's head? We're about to find out.

Summary

The second installment of A Risk Worth Taking- Calculated Risks is up and live. I know many of you have been waiting impatiently after the massive cliff hanger. Wait no more. In this installment, Daphne shucks her pride (sort of) and goes all in to reclaim her rightful place at the helm of Hotel Lux. Of course, it won't be without a few nasty twists and turns along the way.

And what about Tate? Will she ever be able to forgive him? Maybe, but he has a lot to make up for. Despite Daphne's opinion of Tate and his salacious bet, there is more to the story of William, her mother, and how she ended up an orphan. Tate's plan is to protect Daphne from William. What can be worse than a hit on Daphne's head? We're about to find out.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Tate

Author Chapter Note

The wait is over! Book 2 of A Risk Worth Taking is up and running. It's going to be slow going, so be patient with me. I'm working on several different projects at once and somehow have to fit in my day job. Enjoy! J.W. Hart

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Submitted: May 03, 2016

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Chapter 1— Tate

 

“What the hell is she doing here!” I stand to berate the man who has ruined my life. “We had a deal, Bosely.” William Bosely is the biggest piece of shit I have ever met in my entire life. Being in the hotel business, I have met my fair share of despicable humans. But William Bosely tops the list.

“Sit down, Bennett. I believe the lovely, Miss Coleson has something she wants to get off of her chest.”

I sit back down, not because that asshole told me to, but because I want to hear what my woman has to say. I would be a liar if I said it didn’t surprise me that Daphne stormed in on the meeting. I’ve had eyes on her all week. Despite my protests, she returned to work at the hospital only days after she was kidnapped. Kidnapped and Brad O’Connor’s brains smattered across her beautiful face. I’m glad the fucker is dead. My only regret is that he took the pussy’s way out and beat me to it. I would have loved nothing more than to beat him to a bloody pulp.

I’ve kept my bodyguards on her twenty-four seven. She’s stubborn and sneaky. I know she must have scaled the fence in her backyard. If she would have left out the front door, I would have gotten a phone call. Jared said she hasn’t left the house in three days. Now I know why. I was taken completely by surprise when her lawyer interrupted our meeting. A few seconds later, I watched as the woman who has taken my heart hostage, walked in and made herself comfortable at the opposite end of her living nightmare.

 “I’d appreciate, Mr. Bosely, if you would not speak directly to my client,” says the short rotund women in a power pantsuit. Geri Deveroux is a well respected, ball-busting Chicago lawyer. I’ve had the pleasure of many deals and shared meals with the woman. Daphne chose well when she chose her representation.

Passing out sheets of paper, Geri walks back toward Daphne and takes her seat. “We’ve recently come across some information that shows that my client, Daphne Coleson, is the majority shareholder of Hotel Lux. Would you care to explain how it is that you and Mr. Bennett intend to make any kind of sale without my client’s authorization?”

Staring at the contents of the paper, I can only imagine what Daphne must be thinking. I’m not sure how she found out, but I can only assume that O’Connor must have filled her in. A last confession sort of thing. She didn’t say a word to me about this that night. In fact, she hasn’t said much of anything to me since the night she kicked me out of her house. I didn’t want to go, but her best friend, Jess, convinced me that Daphne was walking the fine line of sanity.

The woman sitting at the other end of the table is in stark contrast to the woman I met at a little bar, called Lenny’s, just a couple of months ago. She is smoking hot with her normally curly hair tied back in a tight chignon. A light cream colored blouse is appropriate for business but the tight black skirt that hits to the back of her knees with a sexy slit paired with red fuck-me heels checks the boxes of every man’s fantasy. Daphne gives the impression of being cool, confident and in control. The slight bite to her bottom lip, tells me she is anything but.

 

***

 

I fucked up. No matter how I look at it, I fucked up. Brad O’Conner was a cock sucker who prayed on my overzealous nature to take over the hotel industry, to leave my mark on the world. He dangled a fucking carrot in front of a starving rabbit.

“I can’t believe my luck. Hey dude. You know who that chick is?” Brad asks, pointing to a little sprite of a woman sitting at the bar.

She talks to the fat bartender and he gives her the brush off as he eyes the teenagers settling in at a high-top table near the door. Is he fucking blind? The woman is short and curvy with curly brown hair that my fingers itch to run through. She looks around the bar and I can tell she’s enjoying the solitude, watching as people mingle around her. “No, man. Who is she?” I ask pretending to loose interest and returning to our game of pool. I scratch the eight ball and O’Conner wins by default. Every success that man has had has been handed to him on a silver platter; why not a game of pool too?

He pulls out his phone and scrolls down with his thumb, shoving the miniature computer in my face. “See any resemblance?” A picture of a woman in her late forties’ fills the screen. She’s beautiful with a petite nose, striking caramel eyes and the same chocolate colored ringlets as the woman at the bar. I grab the phone and take a closer look. I scan over the archived engagement announcement of William Bosely to Caroline Coleson from sixteen years earlier. “That is little Daphne Coleson?” I ask, more to myself than to Brad.

“What are you guys looking at?” asks Brian Schultz, my brother in-law. Him and my security chief, Ben Roth, have been playing darts. He grabs Brad’s phone from my hand and scrolls through the article. He looks up at the bar and then back to the phone. “I don’t get it. That woman must have found the Fountain of Youth. She looks younger now than she did in this pic,” he states as he tries to fit together the pieces of the puzzle. “Who is she?”

“That,” says Brad, pointing to the phone in Brian’s hand, “is Caroline Coleson. And that,” he whispers as he points nonchalantly toward the bar, “is her daughter, Daphne Coleson.”

“Coleson. Coleson. That name sounds familiar. How do I know that name?” he asks as he hands Brad’s phone back to him.

“Lucas Coleson used to be the owner of Hotel Lux. Caroline is his widow. And Daphne is their daughter,” I explain.

Brad racks the balls and sets up for another round of pool. “You should fuck her, Bennett. She’s hot.”

I line up my shot to make my break. “I don’t think so, man. She’s a bit chubby for my tastes.” I lie. My mind immediately goes in the gutter, imagining pulling her globe shaped ass against my cock as I take her from behind. All of the women I’ve dated are porn-worthy socialites. Seems like I’m living the dream, but to be honest they’re all the same. Shallow and conceited; always looking to saddle their cash cow in the bonds of matrimony. I could really use a break from the norm. But Daphne Coleson is not the woman I should seduce to shakeup my sexual rut.

“You’re right, she’s not really your type. Besides, she looks a bit frigid. You’d probably have to date her for six months before she’d put out. And even then, it would be a long shot,” Brad goads.

I strike the cue ball and break, sinking three stripes. “I don’t think she’s frigid, just guarded. If I was so inclined, I could probably get her to strip naked without even asking.”

“Prove it. I bet a cool grand that you can’t get her to leave with you tonight. You’re too out of practice man. Keeping Scarlett on the hook has you off your game.”

Hook, line and sinker. I just can’t seem to resist a good challenge. “It’s a bet, O’Connor.” I toss my cue to Ben, “Fill in.”

I make my way up to the bar, a certain dark haired fairy in my sights. Standing behind her, she doesn’t even notice I’m here. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear from behind, “Did it hurt?”

As if annoyed, she responds, “Did what hurt?”

Finishing the line that is as old as procreation, “When you fell from heaven?”

Swinging around on her barstool, she turns to face me. I catch a brief glimpse of her rolling her eyes. Stopping mid spin, she checks me out from head to toe. And by the look on her face, I can tell she likes what she sees; muttering under her breath, “Holy shit.”

“Holy shit?” I can’t help but tease.

"Um . . . holy shit that was a terrible pick-up line. Not very original if you ask me."

"My next pick-up line is a bit more unique, if you would indulge me?" I ask, knowing that she’s enjoying our little game.

"Fine. Fire away.”

I lean over her, capturing her back between my chest and arms. I take an imperceptible sniff of her perfume, lilacs have never smelled so amazing. She stares down at my forearms as I point to my friends. "Those guys back there, bet me that I couldn't pick up a beautiful woman using only the worst pick-up lines known to mankind. I'm never one to back down from a bet. Especially a bet I know I can win."

"You were right. That was definitely more creative than your first attempt. You have surprisingly piqued my interests."

With impeccable timing, the lard-ass bartender finally serves her the drink she ordered and I watch as her tongue darts out as she sips on the luckiest straw in the bar.

"Looks like my friends have arrived. It was very . . . interesting to meet you, Mister . . ." Her petite hand hangs out in mid-air waiting for a handshake.

I don’t think so, Beautiful. Ramping up the charm, I grab her small hand and bring her tiny knuckles to my mouth for a kiss. Her hand is soft and I can’t resist the urge for the tiniest lick. Just a taste. I’ve just met the fully grown Daphne Coleson and I’m already craving a taste. "It will be a pleasure getting to know you better."

I watch as her sexy ass stalks toward her friends and my vision is filled with images of pounding into that nicely rounded ass.

I return to the boys to find Ben collecting fifty bucks from Brad. Good. The little prick needs to be taken down a notch.

We settle down into a booth and toss back shots of cheap bourbon and divvy up the slices of pizza. “Sorry about your luck man. I didn’t think you would crash and burn that quickly. Cash only. You can pay me tomorrow at the anniversary dinner,” Brad tells me as he tries to collect.

“I’m not out yet. Just getting a lay of the land. She fell pretty hard for the old pick-up line routine. Works every time. Fool proof.”

“Fool proof, huh? Care to take it up a notch?”

“Whatcha got?”

“I’m willing to part with the Fairmont. You get her out that front door and I will give you the penthouse key. We’ll finalize the rest on Monday.”

“The Fairmont?” The Fairmont Hotel is only one of the many hotels in the Hotel Lux portfolio. The current CEO and majority shareholder, William Bosely, swindled the entire corporation from Caroline Coleson just weeks before they were to get married. Rumor has it, she signed away all of her and her daughter’s stocks in preparation for a wedding that would never happen. “That’s seriously twisted, man.”

Brian and Ben tip back their shots, waiting to see if I take the bait.

“So? Are you in or not?” Brad pokes, as he takes a bite of pizza.

“Oh yeah.”

The room fills with bad music and even worse singers. The boys and I go back to playing darts and I redeem my rightful place as a pool-god, spanking Brad as I sink the eight ball for the third straight game. A low, bluesy tune fills the room and I turn to find Daphne on stage, swinging her hips as she pins me with her stare. Rubbing herself as she lets the words take her away, I’m completely awestruck by the woman in the limelight.

Never missing a beat, Brad seizes his moment. “I’m upping the ante: You get your dick wet in that bitch tonight, I’ll sell my shares.”

Interrupting the little show that Daphne is performing, Brad’s offer catches my attention.

“Come on, man. You know that’s a good offer. Think about it. You buy my shares of Hotel Lux, it gives you a prime seat on the board. Giving you the perfect opportunity to buy out all the other board members. One by one. Before you know it, William will have no choice but to sell out to BLH.”

“It’s a bet.”

 

***

 

“I think this meeting is over,” announces some fresh faced lawyer, posing as representation for Hotel Lux.

“Of course it is,” says Geri as she sits back and takes stock of each board member’s expression at the realization of William’s lack of ethics.

Daphne sits stock-still, in the same position she was ten minutes ago. Never taking her eyes off of William. I don’t think she even bothered to glance at me during my outburst.

Leaning over, Lainey whispers in my ear, “This can’t be good.”

I nod in agreement and watch as everyone in the room begins to shuffle their papers and the room becomes almost deafening from the hushed conversations each person is having with their neighbor.

In a stare off, Daphne and William stay rooted in their positions. She has no idea what she has done. A part of me is proud of her for standing up for herself and being the amazing stubborn woman I know and love. The other part of me has me bending her over my knee and spanking some sense into her. For a fleeting moment I thought I could fix this mess. That I could save Daphne and her legacy. But now, I’m going to have to figure out a new plan.

The room empties and William breaks from the stare off first after his lawyer whispers certainly bad advice in his ear. With a nod, William scoots his chair back and stands. “Bennett, I’m afraid we will have to continue this meeting at a later time.” With a glare in Daphne’s direction he makes his way out of the conference room.

Only Geri, Daphne and I remain. After what seems like an eternity, Daphne finally speaks. “Geri, can you give us a minute?”

Snapping her briefcase closed, “I have to advise against that, Miss Coleson. You need to keep contact to a minimum with the opposition.”

Offended by her suggestion, I stand, “I’m not the opposition!”

“I understand. Just two minutes. Please?” Daphne asks in the tender tone that always melts my heart.

Begrudgingly and swearing under her breath, Geri leaves and I am finally alone with Daphne.

I make my way toward her, desperate to hold her in my arms, but approach carefully, knowing how the situation must appear to her. “Daphne, I can explain.”

She stands and takes a step toward me. Her beautiful face expressionless.

“It’s not what you think,” I try to assure her as I close the distance. “I love you. Everything I’ve done has been for you. For your future.”

We’re so close now that I can just barely feel her breasts rub against my chest with each breath she takes.

Frrmmpp!

“My eye!” I howl, stepping back and clamp the eye that just became intimately acquainted with her petite balled up fist.


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