Chapter 12 Max goes to a bar
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Max locked his office door and went to lay down in the bed of his private suite.
He needed the privacy to find her.
He took Jane's book with him as well as his computer.
He couldn't believe that he had seen Jamie. She was now known as Jane Knight.
He continued to search her social media.
He sat back, mouth ajar. He was totally stunned to see that Jane Knight was actually engaged to his new boss Jeff Allen.
Max rolled over onto his stomach and read the attached articles.
The story told about her engagement unfolding.
It went on to say how it was the talk of the town, as Jane Knight was considered almost royalty in the small island of Vancouver BC.
He decided that on his day off tomorrow, he needed to take a trip to that island and try to find exactly where she was residing.
He continued to work on locating the IP address of the cyber threat, but grew distracted by Jamie.
He decided to snoop at her information in her linked in account.
He didn't see anything pointing to her current address. He did see that she had a publicist, Sasha and had looked at her information as well.
He saw pictures of Jamie at Sasha's wedding, smiling as she was standing next to her.
It had mentioned that she was the maid of honor.
He saw Jeff Allen on the other side of the photos with the groom. "And don't they just look like the picture of perfection."
He felt a big lump in his gut at seeing her dazzling smile, how dare she?
Smiling so brightly, when she had left such a big hole in his heart-callously leaving the way that she had.
That cold-hearted b***h. He wanted so badly to tell her off. He scanned her book web site and saw that she had a book signing in the next town over, in the city of Richmond.
He noticed that it was going to be next Saturday morning at 10 AM. He decided that he was going to pay Jane Knight a little visit. He slammed his computer shut and walked out of the suite.
He went down the elevator and walked across the street.
He entered the Old town bar and began to nurse a whiskey. He was p*****.
He couldn't believe what he had seen, the fact that fate had brought him here back to her.
She was such an ugly liar, a phoney- his gut turned with anger as he drank 3 more shots.
He wobbly stood up to go to the bathroom and noticed the red head that had brought him up to the office yesterday.
She still had no bra on. She was sitting at the bar when he returned, she was all by herself.
He asked her if he could join her and he bought her a drink. "Crystal Fine, "She shook his hand.
"Why yes you are," he replied to her.
"That's my last name," she said.
She swirled her straw in her mouth with her pink tongue. She was very flirtatious and showed him quite a bit of her boosum, still no bra worn.
He was so angry at Jamie that he decided he would take this woman up to his room with him.
She made it abundantly clear that she was available.
He hadn't been with a woman in quite a while and he had a burning inside of him now, he wanted to get even.
She gladly went with him and rode the elevator upstairs with him, groping him as she went.
He was very drunk, he didn't even notice what she was doing, but he knew it felt good. They fell together into his room as he pushed the door open.
Kissing her sloppily. He kicked the door shut behind him with his foot. She removed his clothes and laid him on his bed.
She began to remove her own clothes and came to him.
He passed out before she could even get undressed.
She took a small camera out of her purse and took several pictures of them together in the bed.
She posed with him, looking like she was young, innocent and in pain. She smiled at him, fully aware that she had been placing him in such a compromising situation.
She was doing what she was told to do by her boss.
She knew that she had not turned 18 yet, she would turn 18 in another month, that had never stopped her from being with an older man before.
She looked older than she was. Jeff had hand picked her for his secretary when she was 17. He slept with her the first week.
She took the camera and she dropped it back into her purse. She kissed her hand and placed it on his lips, the very handsome Clark Kent. She would be his kryptonite.
She almost felt sorry for him, dropping that pill in his drink. He moaned and turned over.
She left the apartment and rode up the elevator to the Penthouse.
She softly knocked on the door. Jeff Allen pulled her in and gave her a savage kiss.
She said, "Is daddy happy with me?"
He smiled and said, "Yes, daddy's very happy."
He took the camera from her and set it on the table. He ripped open her dress, exposing her. He picked up the camera and took several pictures of her as he slapped her face, giving her a fat lip.
He took her right there and then on the floor in his Penthouse.
She had always been one of his favorite girls.
He had a rule not to sleep with a girl more than once, but for this young piece he had made an exception.
She had done such a good job and he was well pleased with her. He had paid her very well.
He had every intention of ruining Max Turner's reputation just as Max and his family had ruined his fiancé Jane Knight's a long time ago.
He would send these pictures to a local tabloid when the time was right, first he had wanted to rub his relationship with Jane in Max's face. Jeff had invited Max to Canada, lured him up here.
Jane was planning a fundraiser, it was also a party for Jane Knight to announce the eastern Canadian tour of her new book.
He would make sure that Max had an invite to this event. He was sure that he had seen the book that he had left him in his room. Max was very astute.
Crystal had noticed the book in Max's bed when she had come up stairs with him.
Jeff would encourage Max personally to attend the party.
He wanted Max to know that Jamie Clarke was now his Jane Knight and that there was not one thing that he could do about it.
He wanted to ruin him and squish him like a bug. He bought out Max's business knowing that he could- at any time crush Max or Tim Turner, ruin them both.
Jeff had figured that Tim Turner was getting too old and was a worthless adversary, but this young man MT as he had called himself -he would find much pleasure in hurting him like he had hurt his fiance, that piece of s**t Max.
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