The Traps of Black Swan

Chapter 390 - The Wrong One

At Harmon Industries

In a dimly lit office room, Leon was sitting on the single-seater couch that was facing the city through a glass wall. His left hand held the rims of a rock glass which had nearly an ounce of whiskey in it. 

A burning cigarette was present between the fingers of his right hand, his eyes were closed, legs were crossed seemingly in deep thought as he slowly breathed out the smoke from his mouth.

There was the sound of knocks on the door but Leon didn't move a bit. A tall handsome man entered the room and his eyes searched for Leon before proceeding towards him.

He sat on the arm of the couch that was a little away from Leon and deeply sighed.

Leon guessed the reason behind the sigh without opening his eyes to see who the man was, "Second miss to get Shea Morris?" He tapped the cigarette ash in the ashtray and took a long drag of the smoke.

Yes, the young man is the same handsome stranger who danced with Shea in the club.

Wade Merton, the youngest son of the Merton family. He was set by Leon to get close to Shea Morris. The Mertons had no idea Leon was using them to his advantage.

When Merton couldn't get into the Morris hotel to get rid of the Rivas team, Leon had vaguely told them to search for Morris's weak link so that the weak link could give out the secret location of Rivas' team which is working on the Golden oil and gas project.

That's when they got to know Shea Morris was studying alone in a different country. When Wade was trying to get her attention without a direct approach, Shea was busy returning to the country so Wade Merton's first try failed.

Then Leon got to know Shea Morris is close to Aaron Rivas. And he wanted to make use of this chance to know who Aaron Rivas's girlfriend was. Is she Ava Kelly or a different girl?

After a quick look through, Leon got the information that Shea is single and he had spotted her in the Morris hotel when he left the Mirage banquet.

Then he sent Wade to the Morris hotel to wait for his chance. Wade stalked Shea to the club and strictly followed Leon's advice.

He was successful to get Shea's attention and he got close too. He thought if he tried to be easy on her, let her guess his thoughts, they would get along well.

Since everything worked out really well, he asked her out but then got to know she was there for hookups but not serious.

Since she had stupid plans, he thought to create an encounter with her and get in her favor so he left a GPS microphone inside her wallet and left the club.

Hearing Leon, Wade didn't lie, "We judged her wrong. She wanted a man for the night. Anyway, I left a microchip, you must be able to hear her, Brother Leon."

Leon stubbed the cigarette to the ashtray and removed the earpiece that was in his ear to show Wane that he was listening to Shea. Leon hid his cunning smile because things were in his favor.

Since Shea was hooking up with Shawn without knowing who he was, Leon was sure that things won't settle easily between them.

Even if settles up, Shea was bound to meet Aaron for her internship at Rivas hospital. Leon just wanted to make sure the microchip should be with her or soon know about the girlfriend of Aaron.

Remembering about Wade, his expression quickly softened. He faked a console, "I think you should meet her after a day or two. Then we will create a coincidence."

Wade Merton foolishly nodded in acceptance believing only Leon could help him become President of Merton Industries in place of his older brother. His father promised him the position if he got the location where the Rivas team was staying in the Morris hotels.

"You are right, Brother Leon. Else she will doubt me." Wade ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Leon patted his arm, "Go and rest, don't stress out." Wade left obediently listening to Leon.

Leon was putting on outer appearance as he was doing nothing but he was planning to take down Ava Kelly and Aaron Rivas together.

Leon who was listening to Shea and Shawn hadn't expected he might go through another great torture till the middle of the night before everything went into silent mode.

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At Highland club,

Even though Shawn didn't drink even a drop of alcohol, he was intoxicated by her eyes while Shea, who started a fierce battle of their tongue, unexpectedly liked everything about the man.

He wasn't lean as she had thought but could feel his muscular arm wrapping around her waist. She didn't know if it was the perfume or him, he smelled amazing in the woody note with a hint of citrus.

She always thought the DJ would have a drink or two but he was sweet enough to make her hooked after her sour drinks.

Clutching his hair with a hand and another hand cupping his face, Shea was no gentle on Shawn. She alternated between sucking, nipping his lips, and fought with his tongue moaning under his warm big palms which were hungrily exploring her curves.

With her soft bosoms pressing on his chest and the torturous slow grind of her hips on his phallus, Shawn squeezed her bottom cheek to put her in place.

He wasn't a good guy to start with. His hand slid under her short sequin dress and let out a low grunt when she nipped his lip. Her skin was silky smooth, he rubbed her thighs up her waist sending shivers up her spine.

Shea gasped when his hands left a hot trail up her legs and buried his fingers in her waist. 

The heat was building up and their five minutes had extended when they were making out. She felt a hardness poking between her thighs and pulled herself away from him.

Filled with lust, both were panting to catch a breath and craved to continue but she probed, "Hotel?" She asked in a breathy voice licking his reddened lips.

Shawn never would let anybody make a scandal of his life so he shrugged, "My place..." His husky voice dripped with dark desire.

Instead of getting up, both went for another fiery kiss until both couldn't keep their hands off each other.

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Standing by the door of the club, Shea almost thought 'DJ Prince' asked her to be there to escape until she heard a roar of a bike. The man was wearing a black helmet making it difficult for her to identify him.

She saw him in the same color trousers as DJ Prince and a white knitted pullover was layered with a black leather jacket.

She was about to point her Maserati but paused. Now she realized the man wasn't a simple one, his superbike cost was probably more than her car.

'Did I mess around with the wrong one?' She thought while her eyes scanned him throughly.

He was wearing the Armani special edition suit and the wristwatch said it wasn't a cheap or duplicate but Louis Philip. His formal shoes were one-of-a-kind designer shoes.

'Oh ho oh...' Shea wavered about her decision to spend time with the hottie. She wanted to leave.