Precious Unleashed: A Lifestyle Series

By Samantha Scott

Miranda, a gorgeous supermodel, wants a life of her own. Fed up with her manager controlling her, she threatens to leave. However, he has made a promise to find her and destroy her if she does. Breaking away, taking nothing, and only letting one friend know of her plans, she leaves, not knowing her life is going to change forever. Mr. Michaels, Minnesotas notorious businessman, not to mention drop-dead sexy, needs a maid to clean his manor. Thats when Miranda shows up at his door. Now she consumes his life. He allows her to enter his lifestyle, only to let her go too sudden. One thing is for certain. He will always protect her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546224006

Samantha Scott

Samantha Scott lives in Minnesota with her husband, three children, and more dogs than you can count. Since childhood, Sam has enjoyed reading and kept journals all her life until one day she decided to go for it. She is the number-one fan for her children at all their sporting events. When she gets a free moment, she loves to play softball and spend time at the bar with her husband playing pull-tabs. Samantha also enjoys spending time with friends and peaceful moments at the cabin.

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Precious

Unleashed

A Lifestyle Series

SAMANTHA SCOTT

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Bloomington, IN 47403

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This is a work of fiction. Any characters or locations used in this book are a work of the writer’s imagination and do not resemble any persons, living or dead, and locales are merely coincidental. All works of the characters singing a song are words of the songwriter. They are protected by copyright and were given permission to use. The playlist is at the end of the book.

© 2018 Samantha Scott. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 01/11/2018

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2399-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-2400-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018900229

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Prologue

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Precious Protected

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For my husband

I love you always and forever, your obedient wife.

Acknowledgments

First, to everyone at AuthorHouse, thank you for all your help and support.

Thank you to my sexy hubby for making life extremely exciting and for being the best cheerleader a wife could ask for.

Finally, to the man we know as Master, thank you doesn’t even describe my appreciation. You were there all the time when I had questions and then more inquiries to go with the answers that you provided. You were very patient with me, and I guess a good master needs to teach patience, although we both can agree I have none. I couldn’t be more blessed to call you a dear friend. Thank you for allowing me into your lifestyle and for sharing it with the world.

Prologue

I have another fucking interview shortly. I need a maid to help clean my home, one I can trust, one I can feel comfortable with my Silver Chambers, and one who will understand my lifestyle.

I think of all these things in my head as I look up from the stack of papers scattered on the coffee table in front of me. Holy hell! My eyes are held to this beauty standing in front of me—long legs stretched even further with her heels; slender, strong calves with the same amount of force carried through to her thighs; and a tiny waist to match her beautifully round, perky breasts. I am staring. I’m speechless with this precious creature in front of me. Not being able to speak never happens to me. I must claim her. I need to make her mine.

For fuck’s sake! Snap out of it! She’s only here for the maid job. Oh, to see her in a maid’s outfit, bending over cleaning … Shift your thoughts, Shane. Damn!

She has witnessed my erection. I notice a small tug at the ends of her delicious lips. Continue with the interview and get her the fuck out of here!

She speaks soft and powerful words. This woman will control my every thought. She will consume the blood in my veins. She will be the face in my future. Fuck! She will be the death of me.

I sit back in my chair, twirling my finger around the rim of the whiskey neat I’m trying to sip on. Focus, Shane. Remember you are the master of the manor.

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Three Days Ago

F uck off, all of you! I quit! I shout at all the photographers, my manager, the stage managers, and anyone else in the large auditorium.

I can’t take this life anymore. Being a top fashion model is not a life I want, at least not anymore. My family or an agent, but never me, has always managed my life. Now it’s time to take charge of my life.

Miranda, you can’t just quit like that. This is the biggest campaign for Foster, and you are the star of it all. So I suggest you get your skinny ass back over here and finish the shoot! Colin, my manager, shouts.

"Like hell I am going to listen to you. I have been doing that my entire life. I’m done. Understand?" I whip back at him in my snotty, childish way.

He grabs my arm tight and pushes his way toward the dressing rooms. In the dressing room now! He growls those words through his teeth, but I don’t give a fuck anymore.

Miranda darling, I am going to try to be very calm with your stubborn ass right now.

It’s not a good start if name-calling is considered calm.

"You must finish this shoot. You have no other choice. You signed a contract, and that contract cannot—I repeat—cannot be broken." His voice trails higher and higher as the sentence finishes.

That’s just it. I don’t have a choice in anything I do, say, eat, or act. May I repeat myself: I don’t have a choice in anything! My voice is rising with my anger.

He violently grabs the back of my neck. His horrible breath is inches from my face. "Listen here, you little bitch. You are going to get your spoiled ass back out there and do as I say because this is my future you are fucking with.

If this shoot doesn’t get published for Foster, I’ll be out of a job, and Foster will make damn sure I don’t ever get another one anywhere. So understand me when I say that I don’t give a fuck about you personally, just that Foster wants you to be the star. I am going to make sure that happens. Understand?

Yes. Yes, I do. Umm, can you just let me freshen up for a moment? If you could, just give me a second.

That’s my girl. Now make it quick. I haven’t got all day to wait on your whiny ass.

He releases my neck, but I know he’ll leave red fingerprints that I’ll have to cover with makeup. Thank fuck. He’s gone. Now I can just finish this shoot and be done. Right?

It turns out I am wrong. I open the door, and there he is, Colin. He places a hand on my lower back, drawing chills up and down my spine. I don’t want his hands anywhere near me, definitely not on me. This is going to be torture.

I pose for the last of the pictures, which takes the rest of the day. I am exhausted, and now the crew wants to go out to celebrate a job done. I hate these people, but I could use a drink after today’s events.

As I’m enjoying a quiet drink alone at the table, Colin appears. My facial expression tells him I don’t want to be bothered, but he doesn’t care. He pulls up a chair, and that ugly, unshaven mouth of his begins to speak.

Your behavior today was uncalled for, and I will not tolerate it again. Do you hear me, Miranda?

I am not a child. Yes, I hear you.

Then don’t act like one. Next time, I may bend you over my knees and give you a good spanking. In fact, I should have done that today. You may even like it.

Is he getting a rise out of this? One more smirk out of him and my drink is going in his face.

If you ever touch me again, I will quit. Turning toward him, my eyes full of anger, I add, I would never enjoy a spanking coming from you, Colin, so don’t insinuate that I would. I finished the shoot, and now I am done working with you.

Like hell you are! Listen here, Miranda. We have a signed contract for five years, remember? Five years. I would advise you not think about running off and joining a circus. You are mine. He hissed the last part in my ear, and again the chills came back.

I’m tired. I’m going home now. I place my vodka tonic on the table.

I have to leave. He is making me pissed, and I have to come up with a plan to get out of working with him.

Don’t try anything funny, Miranda. I will find you. And thanks for the drink. Don’t mind if I finish it? He says as he grabs for my unfinished drink.

The I will find you lingers in my brain the whole ride home. He is just crazy enough to come looking for me. He would find me too.

This morning’s paper is still at the front door of my townhouse. Wishing myself luck, I bend down to pick it up, praying there will be at least one thing in the classifieds that doesn’t require experience. Supposedly I only know how to model and be told what to do.

I take the leap and look. Aww, some waitressing jobs … Nope … A couple of administrator jobs … Experience required … Again, that is a nope … What do we have here? A live-in maid. No requirements. Just needs to know how to use a vacuum, shop, do laundry, and be peaceful.

I like the sound of that. No one can find me as a live-in. I’ll ask for cash. Really I don’t need money. I have more than enough to last for years. I could work for this guy, a busy, single businessman. Okay, this all sounds good. And while working, I could go incognito for a while. People will eventually forget about me, and then I can come out of hiding and open my own fashion design factory. I’ll do it. I will email this man, Mr. Shane Michaels, now.

I Google him first, and I am not expecting what pops onto my screen. Holy smokes! This is one gorgeous and very successful man. He has four advertising companies and is known as one of America’s most badass commercial realtors. He buys companies and then sells them off into smaller pieces. Smart man, I must agree.

Here I go, emailing the man.

Mr. Michaels,

I noticed in an ad in the paper that you are in need of a maid. I first want to let you know that I have no experience as a maid. But with that being said, I do know how to use cleaning devices and mind my own business. I would really appreciate an interview at any time convenient to you. Please respond via email.

Thank you,

Miranda S.

Just in case this is a scam, I don’t leave my number or my last name. In all honesty, he’d know who I was if I did. He would