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Finding Lily
Vivacia K. Ahwen
It Takes Two…CEO Dorian Holder and submissive intern Lily Dewitt continue pushing the boundaries of their burgeoning partnership: both in the bedroom and in the officeWhile committed to exploring their sensual connection, Dorian remains remote, while Lily blossoms at his burning touch and endless mind games. While they experience each another intimately, more questions will surface. Should they continue to play?Amidst ghosts of the pasts, secrets of the present, and confronting the ultimate betrayal, can their relationship survive? Lily Dewitt has so many choices, and so little time…
VIVACIA K AHWEN
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For my sister
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
Edith Wharton
Table of Contents
Cover (#u0bec4de9-655c-57db-9a2a-0b72b0bc02d9)
Title Page (#u6496481b-6cf6-5b61-94e5-4c3db9b4da91)
Copyright (#u2a72a618-8def-52a5-b481-14821869c2aa)
Dedication (#u2fb9280e-b12d-58bd-9988-a79d1e6449a6)
Epigraph (#ua03f9fb6-c604-5546-a397-994402e39b8f)
Prologue: Weathering the Storm (#uf574ba4d-307c-5036-b3a7-115a24f52f11)
Chapter 1: Room for Discussion (#uf3f9321f-1019-5cab-8bdd-06897906b2ff)
Chapter 2: Reflections (#u21b4a9b9-4ec5-5c24-aa4c-62d9e7a80095)
Chapter 3: Heart of Glass (#uf16810ff-df59-5ed6-a2ee-f0fdaaae8e00)
Chapter 4: The Weighting Game (#u1076ab92-73c2-5659-b5fd-3295f826210b)
Chapter 5: The Iron Horse (#u64e2a943-93a5-5965-8c48-a98e7c643af0)
Chapter 6: Just Desserts (#u920dcd74-f20d-58cb-ba4f-df802e272a80)
Chapter 7: Hit the Wall (#ubbcdeac3-c8de-5d13-9b5e-a1e23ed1fd13)
Chapter 8: Morning Glory (#ubb60818c-8392-52e1-ae32-65fdabe82ceb)
Chapter 9: Meeting of the Minds (#uee3e2b91-ab89-5393-bff2-c6ae502c5771)
Chapter 10: Coitus Interruptus (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11: Head Over Heels (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12: The Red Line (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13: Walk of Shame (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14: Bane of My Existence (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15: The Trojan Horse (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16: Nobody Puts Lily in the Corner (#litres_trial_promo)
Interlude: The Courtesy of Strangers (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17: An Officer and a Gentleman (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18: Like Water for Chocolate (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19: The Do-Over (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20: No Turning Back (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21: Lie to Me (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22: Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spyder (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 23: One Ring to Find Them (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 24: It Takes Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 25: Lend Me Your Ear (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 26: Jack of All Trades, Master of None (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 27: Same Old Song and Dance, My Friend (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 28: Confessional (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 29: He Had It Coming (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 30: Meeting Lily (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 31: Recovery (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 32: The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 33: Six of One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 34: Becoming Grounded (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue: Reaching Lily (#litres_trial_promo)
Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)
Keep Reading ... (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#u50c7b778-081c-5842-95ba-2eaa2a5198b8)
Weathering the Storm (#u50c7b778-081c-5842-95ba-2eaa2a5198b8)
Ow! My head smacks hard against the cold window, jarring me back to the present. The one in which our plane is wobbling? Yes, that present. My eyes, which are rarest glasz, according to my once-upon-a-not-boyfriend, pop open and I take it all in. The sky is grey, and Virgin Airlines flight 169 is no longer just a big bird soaring above the clouds. We are in the thick of something dreadful. It so makes sense that, when I finally almost escape from Dorian Holder’s enormous, far-reaching grasp, my plane’s going to crash.
Yikes.
Hey, what happened to Mr and Mrs Green, the lovey-dovey newlyweds who were annoying me so much with their joy and fondling when I first boarded? I would appreciate any company right now. They must’ve gotten bumped up to first class while I was busy ruminating. How’d I miss that? Hope their complimentary champagne just spilled all over their laps on this last lurch. Holy hell.
‘Ladies and gentlemen.’ The pilot’s voice is supposed to reassure us, I know, but there’s enough of a quaver in his tone to make me even more concerned, especially now that the plane has started to quake in earnest.
Also, the intercom is crackling more than it ought to be.
Like I know, though. This is, after all, my first flight.
Why am I so calm, then? Obviously, if we’re going down, I’m not going to heaven. Which would make Dorian right, as usual.
You can’t get away, Lily.
Also, I wasn’t paying close attention when those two bookend attendants went over the emergency procedures. Would they go through them again? Please say yes. That interpretive dance with the entrances, exits, et al? What if I couldn’t figure out how to put on my oxygen mask, or if I got the only flotation device that wouldn’t expand?
Que sera, sera.
Perhaps ‘disappearing’ would be a relief, a blessing in disguise. Everything comes to an end.
Oh, well. It was a good run. Things got interesting in my final month of life. That’s what they’ll say at my eulogy. She was generally a mousy little thing, never known to rock the boat. But things got interesting in Lily Dewitt’s final month of life …
Our plane bucks in agreement with my grim fantasies. Rather than screams and panic, there is a stillness among us humble passengers as we await our collective fate.
You don’t fuck with the gods, and you sure as hell don’t distract the Virgin 169 flight staff when they’re trying to keep you mellow.
‘We’re experiencing some turbulence,’ Captain Peterson explains, stating the obvious. ‘Please do not panic. You’re in good hands, people.’
How comforting.
Never heard that one before.
My stomach drops, and I suck in my breath as we start losing altitude. No, I’m not trained in the comings-and-goings of all things airplane, but I’ve seen enough movies.
Time freezes when you look death in the eye.
Time also froze if you stared long enough into Dorian Holder’s dangerous eyes. Dorian, like the jaws of death – or the gods with whom we should never argue – is also capable of freezing time.
How a night could last for days, how days could last for minutes, how waiting on him could last for years is still a concept I will never grasp. That first night with him lasted for ever. Like a spider wrapping a fly, Dorian Holder was all winding circle after winding circle, his grip, his invisible thread wrapping, cocooning, squeezing the very life out of me. I squirmed and buzzed in his web, praying that he would not suck me dry.
How can one pray when one is the prey?
All I wanted was to fly away, I swear.
