APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
Biker In Law's death Kiss Novel Cover

Biker In Law's death Kiss

After her husband’s tragic demise, a young widow finds herself entangled with his estranged, rebellious brother. He is a rugged biker with a dangerous reputation, yet he becomes her unlikely protector against a looming underworld threat. As they navigate a web of secrets and lethal conspiracies, a forbidden spark ignites between them. Bound by grief and peril, they must decide if their intense connection is a healing grace or a final, fatal kiss.
Chapters
share

Chapter 2

COLT

The Corporate Dinner was in full swing when I walked in. Dean was the first person to spot me.

"Wardrobe Malfunction?" he asked as he hugged me and patted my back.

"No." I replied, withdrawing from the hug, and brushing down the lapels of my suit.

"This is a work function, Colt." He said through gritted teeth, his grip tightening around his champagne glass. "I understand that a necktie is asking too much from you, but showing up shirtless, really?"

"It's a free world, older brother." I looked away, adjusting my leather gloves. "Who is she?"

"What? Are you seriously changi.." But his words died when his eyes found her. 

The mystery woman had obviously knocked the breath out of him.

Everyone was staring at her now. And that meant a lot, because the people in this room, by virtue of their net worth, had seen all the beauties the world has to offer.

But this one had us all staring. She did not smile, simply tilted her head, acknowledging the attention and greetings thrown her way.

She was confident. The kind of confidence only a beautiful woman who was aware of her effect on men had. 

And this provoked me. Her arrogance needled me. I wanted to dominate her.

"Colt?" 

I turned to see Dean whispering with his executive P. A. "You'll not believe who she is?"

"Who?" I raised my brow and Dean smiled. For the first time in years, something piqued my interest besides biker rallies.

"That woman is Olivia la Rose." 

"What?' 

"I know." Dean rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

 I turned my eyes back to her, finally recognizing the older couple walking beside her. The Auclairs.

"Why did you not tell me she would be here today?" I whispered urgently. 

"Regret showing up shirtless now?" Dean turned a victorious smile to me. 

"Never been happier with my decision," I said, a small smile stretching my lips, and Dean laughed. A real laugh, not his phony corporate one.

"I see someone is feeling confident," He said as the MC took the podium again. 

He led me to our table as everyone settled into their seats. The whole party fell into the background as soon as I took a seat. 

My eyes found Oliva La Rose. Her glowing skin and those siren eyes held me hostage. She whispered to her family just once, then fell silent, unsmiling. 

As the clock ticked, my curiosity swelled till I was downright restless. I was ready to cross the room and speak to her when she got invited on stage. 

She stood up, and smiled for the first time.

I heard an audible gasp beside me, and turned to see one of our company's directors sporting a boner beneath the table.

I grinded my jaw and squeezed my knees when she began to speak. Her words made no sense to me. Not with that deep, breathy voice.

Her sentences, slow and controlled, hypnotized everyone. Olivia La Rose was dripping sex... stirring dark emotions within me.

As she gave a vote of thanks to all the collaborators on her company's latest product, I could only think of what her moans sounded like.

By the time she was off the stage, I was sweating, and my blood pressure had spiked. She gave a small nod to the crowd as they stood up to clap at the end of her immaculate speech.

Every single man's eyes were pinned to her form as she made her way back to her seat. She moved like an exotic cat, all hourglass, her peachy ass mocking us from beneath her silk dress.

"Come brother. We have a meeting with the Auclairs," Dean said, standing up.

"We do?" I shot up from my seat, and winced at the excitement I heard in my own voice. 

But Dean seemed too preoccupied to notice.

I frowned. Was he nervous about meeting her? Although I could not blame him, I swaggered past him nonetheless. I could never feel intimidated by a woman.

I walked past her family and stopped before Olivia La Rose by the champagne fountain.

"That was a stimulating speech." I said close to her ear. 

She did not jump, did not blush, but turned around slowly to look at me.

I inhaled. She was even more beautiful up close. But she had no smile for me, and her eyes were cold as ice chips.

"I'm Colt Theodore Fletcher, Group CEO, Quiver Corporation." I stretched my hand out.

"Mhmm," was her response, not taking my hand. 

My brows furrowed in confusion. What manner of rudeness was this? My lips opened to scold when hers bared a smile. 

I began to relax again but she said, 

"Mr Dean Fletcher.", and walked past me with a sweet smile.

My eyes involuntarily closed to the smell of her hair shampoo. When I opened my eyes again, she was hugging my brother. From the surprised look on his face, I knew they were not previously acquainted.

Why then was she cold to just me?

"Miss Olivia," Dean welcomed her hug, smiling like a godforsaken monkey. 

His eyes caught my glare, and he softly disengaged from her. "Have you met Colt?" he asked. 

Oliva La Rose turned around, her eyes sweeping the full length of my body and stopping at my exposed abs.

Good. No woman could ever resist that.

"Yes." She said, looking away. "Is that Jacob and Co?" 

Dean smiled brightly, raising his wristwatch like a child showing off his toy truck. "Just had to get me one. How did you recognize this?"

"CLASS is easy to recognize." She said in a soft voice, glancing at me.

I blinked as if she had just slapped me. Was she calling me classless?

At that point, her family joined us. And while everyone exchanged pleasantries, I stared at her, seething.

Right now, I wanted nothing more in the world than her legs shaking beneath me, crying out my name and calling me daddy.

I knew I could do it. 

The bedroom was the only place to dominate such an arrogant woman. I needed just one chance, and I was determined to get it anyhow. 

She turned her eyes to me that second, and my heart stopped beating, illogically terrified that she had heard my thoughts.

"Colt?" Dean said, and my head swiveled in his direction.

"The Auclairs asked when would be a good time."

"For what?"

Dean's brows came together in irritation. The older Auclair woman gently touched my arm. 

"My dear boy, our families had a legal agreement that the Auclair daughter would marry the Fletcher son." She smiled. "But your daddy just had to go ahead and birth two sons."

"And we do not believe in a polyandrous agreement," Her husband quipped.

 The lady swatted his arm playfully.

"So our Olivia would have to choose between both of you," the woman continued.

I blinked in surprise, staring at everyone. No one had told me any of this. 

Before today, Olivia La Rose was just a name to me. She was the sharpest woman in the industry, the Auclair heiress who made business difficult for the rest of us with her inventions every damn quarter.

She had to marry one of us?

"This weekend is fine," Dean said, giving me the stink eye for remaining silent. "We'll meet you at our resort?"

"Fine by me," Oliva La Rose said, winked at Dean, and walked away.

You may also like

Escaping Into The Dangerous Devil's Arms Novel Cover
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family. Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb. When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump. "You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly. To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding. I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded. But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot. When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony. Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number. "You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
Falling For The Most Hated Hollywood Girl Novel Cover
7.5
I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash. Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive. Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes. "The Ruiz family sends their regards." Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated. My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends. The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood. Until her last breath, she didn't understand. Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her? Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference. I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel. Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust. Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in. Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
From Victim to Victor Novel Cover
8.6
After being framed for a horrific crime he never committed, a man is forced into a desperate fight for survival. To clear his name, he must navigate a dangerous underworld of corruption and betrayal while hunting down the true culprits. As he evolves from a helpless victim into a formidable force, he uncovers a massive conspiracy. Every step toward justice brings more violence, testing his resolve to reclaim his life and settle the score.
He Found My Secret Revenge Novel Cover
7.4
Faith Neal had vanished, burying her powerful past under layers of anonymity as an ER doctor. She was secretly dismantling the empire of the man she'd left behind, brick by costly brick, from the shadows. Until he walked into her trauma room, bleeding from a bullet wound, shattering her carefully built world with a single, dangerous glance. Her heart hammered: Earl Hampton, the ruthless CEO she abandoned, was on the gurney, demanding only "Faith." His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight. Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew. Before Chad could inflict more harm, Earl reappeared, violently intervening. "I'm the man who's going to reclaim his assets," he rumbled. "I found you. I'm not losing you again."
His Contracted Wife: When Revenge Meets Love Novel Cover
8.5
Five years ago, Nina Hale lost everything... her family, her reputation, and the man she once loved. Betrayed by her own sister and abandoned by those she trusted most, she disappeared without a trace. Now she's back. With a new identity and a burning determination, Nina is ready to reclaim her life and chase the dream she once gave up: becoming a star actress. But her return awakens old enemies, and her scheming sister Lydia is determined to ruin her again. Just when Nina thinks things can't get worse, she's caught in another trap... and unexpectedly crosses paths with a quiet, lonely little boy. Ethan Grant hasn't spoken in years. Feeling responsible for him, Nina agrees to stay and help the child come out of his shell. But she didn't expect Ethan's dangerously charming father, Lucas Grant, to enter the picture. Cold, powerful, and impossible to read, Lucas slowly finds himself drawn to the woman who brightens his son's world. What begins as a simple act of kindness soon turns into something far more complicated, because Nina came back for revenge. She never planned to fall in love. ********** "I saw you with him," Lucas said quietly, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. Nina exhaled, crossing her arms. "You don't get to care." "Don't I?" He stepped in, close enough that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. "This is just a contract." "Then why does it bother me?" His hand hovered near her waist, not touching-yet. "It shouldn't." Her breath faltered. His gaze darkened, "And yet it does."
His Illness Was A Weapon Novel Cover
9.8
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch. Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me. When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment. The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home. My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool. The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces. Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."