Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

“Coop’s going to be fine, tiger.” Blake kisses the top of my head.

“I know,” I whisper, not sure I believe myself. Still afraid Patrick can take one more thing away from me.

Alleged Kidnapper of Graham’s Fiancée Exclusive

Patrick Beck, husband of Anna (Whitley) Beck, breaks his silence from jail. Not about his kidnapping or stalking charges, but about his work with Morrigan Technology Group. Specifically, the owners, Seth Hart, Blake Wagner, Noah Burns, and Cooper Graham, and their secret arrangement with their assistant and Graham’s fiancée, Madison Harris.

While Ms. Harris works for them, she also lives with them and, according to Beck, was coerced into entering an arrangement to have sex with all four men. Beck offered a contract as proof of his allegations. The owners were not available for comment.

Chapter 169

PR Crisis

Madison

I stand next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the circus in front of our building. The media have been camped out there all day, making it impossible for me to leave to have dinner and drinks with my friends like we planned.

“They’ll be here soon, princess.” Seth comes up behind me and draws me into his arms.

I lean against him. “How’s Coop?”

“Being moved to his private room as we speak.” Seth brushes my hair over my shoulder.

A shiver works down my spine. I have on jeans and a sweater. This need to be covered is new for me and may be temporary, but I can’t stomach putting on a sundress. Or any dress. Around my guys, I feel comfortable being completely naked, but otherwise, I need more protection.

I was looking forward to actually going out. Without an escort, though I’m sure Blake would be there just in case. But I was going to be free to enjoy my life. Finally.

But just when I got my freedom back, Patrick found a way to take it away again. Our arrangement hit the tabloids. It’s a small article, but it made some waves. Four powerful men asked their broke assistant to sign a sex contract.

Turning in Seth’s arms, I wrap mine around his waist, resting my head against his chest. His heart beats steady in my ear. I draw in a deep breath, loving the smell of him. It may have started as an arrangement, but it turned into so much more.

Tonight we’ll sleep in my room. Blake, Noah, Seth, and me. It feels wrong without Coop, but I need them with me.

“He misses you.” Seth kisses the top of my head.

“I miss him too.” We decided it would be better if I didn’t go to the hospital right now. The media should die down after a few days and maybe then I can go. But I’m attached to Coop as his fiancée, which makes them clamor more for the story.

Noah leads Sara into the apartment. The temporary receptionist doesn’t have a key card for our elevator anymore. It will take some time to find someone we trust.

“Oh my god, Madison!” She hurries across the apartment as Seth releases me. She throws her arms around me, hugging me tight.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t figure out you were asking for help in your text.” Her chin hooks on my shoulder. I’m not wearing shoes and she has on boots with heels.

“I didn’t know what to say to let you know.” Hugging her back, I breathe in her citrus scent. I’ve never had friends like these women.

“And now this media frenzy.” Sara pulls away. Her pale green eyes search mine. “It felt like a red-carpet event as I came inside.”

“Yeah.” I haven’t been downstairs yet.

“We need to figure out a code, just us girls. So we’ll know when someone is sending a secret SOS.” Sara steps back. “Oh, and a passcode so we’ll know if someone else is using your phone like Hope. God, Hope. Is she coming?”

“Yes.” I head to the couch and gesture. “Do you want to sit down?”

“Patrick Beck.” She joins me on the couch. “What a dick. I mean it’s bad enough to try to make you his love slave, but to shame you for your relationship with these guys…”

She shakes her head. I don’t like thinking about what’s to come. The trial. What’s his game now? Was this just to hurt us? Or is it a strategy?

“Holy crap.” Kayla walks in after Blake. Her green eyes find me. She strides across the apartment and sits next to me, pulling me into her arms. “If I had money, that prick would be dead.”