Surrender: Seduced into Submission

By Angie Daniels

The saga continues with the latest installment of Seduced into Submission...
Peyton Powell’s curiosity has led her into a wild affair with a man who has every intention of teaching the lonely housewife what it means to serve and obey. He’s alpha...he’s sexy, and everything Peyton's body craves. Her future is at stake, and she risks it all in hopes of breaking through his cool, arrogant exterior... but her husband has different ideas.

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Seduced into Submission: CURIOUS
Seduced into Submission: SERVE
Seduced into Submission: OBEY

• Language: English
• Publisher: Angie Daniels
• Release date: Dec 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781941342367

Angie Daniels

Angie Daniels is a free spirit who isn’t afraid to say what’s on her mind or even better, write about it. Since strutting onto the literary scene in five-inch heels, she’s been capturing her audience’s attention with her wild imagination and love for alpha men. The USA Today Bestselling Author has written over thirty novels for imprints such as BET Arabesque, Harlequin/Kimani Romance and Kensington/ Dafina and Kensington/Aphrodisia Books. For more information about upcoming releases, and to connect with Angie on Facebook, please visit her website at angiedaniels.com.

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SURRENDER

Seduced into Submission

Angie Daniels

Copyright © 2018 by Angie Daniels at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Series

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Excerpt Chapter 1

Booklist

About the Author

SEDUCED INTO SUBMISSION

Start the series from the beginning.

You don’t know what you’ve been missing!

Seduced into Submission: CURIOUS

Seduced into Submission: SERVE

Seduced into Submission: OBEY

Seduced into Submission: SURRENDER

Prologue

My desk phone rang. I quickly grabbed it, hoping it was Creed.

"IWM. Peyton speaking."

"Peyton? This is Haley. I was hoping I could catch you at your desk."

My fingers tightened around the receiver, and the encounter that occurred outside Creed’s office came rushing back. Shit! The day couldn’t get any worse.

"What do you want, Haley?"

"I need you to do me a favor," she cheerfully announced.

There she goes with the favors again. She had a lot of nerve asking me for anything. She must have sensed my hesitation.

"Your Mr. Kirkland is one handsome man."

"He’s not mine," I mumbled.

Ignoring me, she continued, He told me several agencies are interested in staffing his clinic.

Maybe, but the truth was I’d told Creed not to hire them.

"Ray will be pissed." And for once Haley, the Closer, had failed. Good. I actually had a reason to smile.

"That’s too bad. Ray will be devastated when I tell him," she added with a dramatic sigh.

"Yes, that is unfortunate," I said, anxious to get off the phone.

I heard a rude snort. Unlike you, I don’t give up so easily, which is why I need your help.

"What do you expect me to do?"

"Convince your boyfriend to give us the contract."

I gasped. What? I told you, I’m not getting involved.

"Hmmm, I had a feeling you were going to say that, Haley replied with an eerie calm tone. Did you get the email I sent you?"

"What email?" I logged onto my computer. Wasting no time, I opened my email and spotted one with an unidentifiable email address.

"You should have one from hotgirl312. That’s me. Please open it and it’ll give you everything you need to convince Mr. Kirkland to work with us."

I opened the email, clicked the link and almost dropped the phone from my hand. There were photographs of Creed and I at Kirkland Manor out on the lake, his pants down at his ankles, while he and I were…

"How did you get these photos?"

She laughed. All that matters is I got them. Ray’s too stupid to notice, but I saw it.

"Saw what?" My mind was reeling.

"C’mon Peyton, she began with a chuckle. You weren’t in Virginia Beach by yourself. You were there with Kirkland. I even called the front desk to find out what room you were in and discovered you weren’t registered."

My head was spinning. How in the world had everything gone so wrong?

Haley continued. So here’s what you’re going to do… You’re going to convince Creed Kirkland to give us that contract.

"And if I don’t?"

"If you don’t, I am going to have these pictures delivered to Ray."

"Who cares? The two of you have been screwing for years. You were at the same hotel, sharing a room with my husband!"

Haley chuckled again. Really? Where’s the proof? Matter of fact, if you check with the hotel, you’ll find I had a room reserved in my own name. She gave another throaty laugh. Now I may not have slept in it, but no one knows that. Her comment was followed by a long pause. Are you still there?

"I’m here."

"Come on now. We’re both adults. And you’re not as stupid as Ray thinks you are. I’m sure you’ve known I’ve been fucking him for years. Has it ever occurred to you why Ray hasn’t asked you for a divorce?"

I swallowed. No. Why?

"On second thought…maybe you aren’t all that bright, she muttered impatiently. If you had taken the time to read your prenuptial agreement, you would know there’s an adultery clause."

I sat forward on the chair. A what?

"Whoever screws around loses everything, including custody of the children."

I collapsed back against the chair and tried to rake my brain to that time in my life. Had I really signed something that ridiculous? I drew in a long shaky breath. We had been young, in love, and neither of us had a thing. When Ray asked me for a prenup, I didn’t care because in my mind what we had was going to last forever. Stupid girl!

"I’m not the only one committing adultery, I countered mildly. You just admitted you and Ray have been screwing around."

"True, but where’s your proof?"

She was right. I didn’t have anything concrete.

"One week. That’s all I’m giving you, Peyton. After that I’m telling Ray. I think these photographs would be worth a pretty penny with one of those trashy magazines. The media frenzy would be priceless," she added with mocking laughter.

"You wouldn’t?"

"Try me, Haley challenged. One week."

Before I could respond, the phone went dead.

Chapter One

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

I had no idea how long I stood listening to dial tone before I realized Haley had already hung up.

Deep breaths, Peyton. Deep breaths.

In and out. In and out.

In through the nose...and out through the mouth.

It wasn’t working. Instead breathing became progressively worse to the point I felt lightheaded.

You have one week.

I still heard Haley’s threat swirling around in my head. That bitch was determined to snatch my life away. She had been taunting me for years, and I had done nothing. But this time had to be different. It had to be! Otherwise, Ray would take my children from me. And he would do it. I was certain of that. Not because he wanted them, but to spite me.

I couldn’t let that happen. No! This was one time I had to either fight back or just simply give him and Haley what they wanted.

With a trembling hand, I snatched my purse from the bottom drawer of my desk. I slung the leather strap over my shoulder, then scurried toward the elevator doors, hoping I reached it before anyone noticed I was missing. The editorial team was still in shock at the announcement of our new senior editor, so they probably wouldn’t even notice. Or so I thought...

Peyton!

Halfway across the room, my coworker Dixie called my name. I could feel her gaze on my backside, but I didn’t dare stop or turn around. I couldn’t, because if I did my knees would buckle, and I was going to collapse. Instead, I waved and just kept on going.

The moment I was inside the elevator, I slumped against the wall, my body trembled, and the contents of my stomach threatened to empty. All I wanted to do was crawl away to hide and think. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to go see him and let him know what had happened...warn him about what potentially could happen if I didn’t stop her.

I stabbed the button with my thumb and the car climbed toward the penthouse floor. My heart was pounding so hard, I could feel it thumping beneath my breasts.

Deep breaths, Peyton. Deep breaths.

That was the longest elevator ride of my life. Every floor, my pulse skittered in fear of the doors opening to find Haley and Ray standing there. I had to talk to Creed. I needed to let him know that our secret had gotten out. I had to warn him.

Deep breaths, Peyton. Deep breaths.

Calming down was next to impossible, considering that Haley, my husband’s coworker, aka, his mistress, knows I’m having an affair with my millionaire boss! Not only did she know, the tramp was trying to blackmail me.

As soon as the doors parted, I quickly walked off. The heels of my pumps clicked with each purposeful step. Creed was going to be mad at me for coming up to his office without permission, but I just didn’t have time to wait for him to summon me. There would be consequences for disobeying him, I was aware, but I would worry about that later. Anything he did to me would be nothing compared to what Haley could do.

I hurried toward the large glass door where Creed Kirkland was etched on the frosted glass. Drawing a deep breath, I pushed open the door and moved up to the desk where his secretary was seated, typing on a keyboard. As usual, she behaved like she didn’t see me. As if I was invisible.

Excuse me. I’m here to see Mr. Kirkland.

She continued to type as if she hadn’t heard me. As if she didn’t know he and I were having an affair. Each day, for the last week, she saw me going in and out of his office. Could it possibly be any more obvious? Apparently not. As far as she was concerned that didn’t mean a thing.

"Miss...hello...I’m here to see Mr. Kirkland." This time I snapped my fingers in front of her face. I don’t know what had gotten into me. I guess when you feel desperate anything is possible.

Finally, her hands stilled, and narrowed eyes swung around and locked with mine. Can I help you? Her tone was curt and impatient.

I need to see Mr. Kirkland.

Is he expecting you?

No, but it’s an emergency.

She sniffed, dismissively. He isn’t here.

"What? What do you mean he isn’t here? I was just—"

The way her brow rose knowingly gave me cause to pause. Yes, she was well aware I had spent my lunch hour with him behind a closed door.

He just left for a meeting.

When will he be back?

I suspect it won’t be today. He left in his helicopter. And with that, she went back to typing.

Helicopter? I repeated, and a sob escaped me at the surprise. That meant his meeting was out of town. In another state. Possibly even another country. Oh no. He’s gone! No! He couldn’t be. Not now.

I was still reeling from shock and confusion when I left his office. I whipped my phone from my purse and dialed his number. When he didn’t answer, I dialed again and again while I stalked the foyer, waiting for the elevator to return.

Pick up. Please, Sir, pick up! I pleaded.

But he didn’t answer. "Sir, call me as soon as possible—please! I said when a standard voice mail greeting prompted me to leave a message. Everything is wrong. Just wrong!" I murmured before I ended the call.

What am I going to do?

I didn’t breathe until the elevator doors closed and started down to the parking garage. I was in trouble. Serious trouble. Not just at work but with my marriage. A prenuptial agreement. Really Peyton? How could I have been so stupid?

As soon as the bell chimed, and the doors parted, I hurried off, practically bumping into a man scrolling through something on his cell phone. I nodded my head apologetically and kept walking toward my car. Before I made it, I rushed over toward a large metal trashcan and threw up. I was still standing there dry heaving when I heard footsteps drawing near. I swiped my mouth with the sleeve of my blouse, then hurried toward my car. As soon as I was behind the wheel, I put the key in the ignition, but I didn’t bother to move. Instead, I reached for the hand sanitizer in my purse and rubbed it on my shaky hands. I was desperate for a bottle of water to get rid of the nasty taste in my mouth, but a mint from my purse would just have to do. I took several deep breaths and tried to remain calm. As I slumped back against the seat and waited for the cool air to circulate through the car, the enormity of my situation hit me.

Stupid. Stupid.

I was all alone.

How in the world had I allowed myself to get into a mess like this? Yet, I already knew the answer.

A few months ago, I landed a job at Independent Woman Magazine that changed my life. For the first time, I was somebody other than just Ray’s wife and the mother of twins. I had a purpose, and I quickly proved I was good at what I did when I was given my own column. Curious. And it was my curiosity that had gotten me into trouble. Or maybe it was when I was asked to join the Horny Housewives Club. Maybe that’s when things had changed. It was there at one of the meetings I met Sir and since then it’s been a whirlwind. I should have known it wouldn’t last. That I was risking everything just because I had an itch he knew exactly how to scratch. But I should have known, like all good things, eventually it would have to end. And I should have done that weeks ago instead of hanging on. Now my husband’s mistress had stumbled upon our relationship and was blackmailing me. She was threatening to tell Ray if I didn’t help them land a contract with IWM. Creed said it was my decision. I get to decide if Ray’s medical staffing company, Elite Staffing, gets the contract to staff the onsite clinic at IWM. But if I said yes, I would have to see Ray and Haley often. They would be around regularly flaunting their affair in my face. Uh-Uh. It was one thing to know they were having an affair. It was another thing to see it. But what other choice did I have?

There was no way I was going to lose my girls. No freaking way. They were my life. Everything I was doing was for them and their future. I wanted to give them a reason to be proud of me. They were the reason why I had put up with Ray all these years. And why I could continue to endure him and his affair with Haley. Because I wanted their lives to be as normal as possible with two loving parents. Ray adored those girls, and they had him wrapped around their fingers. Anything they wanted they got, and it would only get worse as they grew older. I wanted them to be independent women who would grow up and have a chance to live a life where they weren’t controlled by anyone. Unlike me. I had been controlled first by my father, then my husband...and now Creed.

~ *~

My fears increased as I pulled into my subdivision. I had been so proud of the house when Ray and I bought it. So full of plans to decorate and improve it. To plant a garden and build a swimming pool where we could spend hours during the summer. I had envisioned the children we would have and all of us spending hours frolicking in the water on sunny weekends. Those dreams seemed so far away on this miserable evening, and