Devious Submission - Episode 1 (An Erotic Thriller) Read Online Free PDF

concerned but I doubt it. I knew more about him than he realized.
    I knew he was a sex addict and our tryst was just the tip of the iceberg. He had a string of girls like me, not to mention the high priced escorts he utilized. I knew he was lying about all of it. It was a game. He enjoyed playing with girls and their emotions. He paid young impressionable girls that worked at his corporation to submit and when they fell for him, he would pretend to have feelings for them. After he had his fun, he’d have them fired and turn them out. His money and lawyers kept them quiet. He enjoyed ripping their hearts out and he was good at it.
    He hadn’t lied about his wife though. He didn’t love her but he kept her around with the help of the pre-nuptial agreement. He enjoyed tormenting her as much as he enjoyed toying with girls like me. She could leave, but she’d end up with nothing and he’d probably destroy her in the process. He was like that, a complete and utter bastard who got off on hurting others.
    However, I also knew he had hundreds of millions in Swiss bank accounts that he’d hidden there to avoid paying taxes, as if it mattered. Nathan Remington was a multi-billionaire. The taxes owed on that money was nothing to him. It was a game, like the girls he toyed with and his poor wife. Now I had the account numbers and with those, I could clean the accounts out. All that money was untraceable and all you needed to get it was the account number. I’d have a hard time explaining to Uncle Sam how I came into hundreds of millions of dollars, but returning to the United States wasn’t in my plans.
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    Six days later, I walked down a mostly deserted beach in southern Mexico. From a distance, I saw the small open-air bar that I was looking for and I could just make out a person sitting at one of the tables. I approached and walked up to the bar. “Two Coronas, por favor,” I asked the middle-aged man behind the counter. He set two cold bottles on the bar and I tossed him a few coins. It was way too much, but I didn’t care. Money wasn’t a problem anymore.
    “About damned time, Giselle,” the person seated at the table said using my real name.
    “I was kind of busy. I was sorry to hear about your plane crash, but it seems reports of your demise have been greatly exaggerated,” I joked as I sat and slid the second beer across the table. I took a sip of mine as I looked out over the Pacific.
    “It’s a shame. The plane went down in deep waters. My body will likely never be recovered.”
    “I think we pulled it off. I doubt Nathan has any idea I cleaned out his Swiss accounts and even if he does figure it out, he can’t exactly call in the authorities without having to deal with his tax evasion. Muriel, I think you’re free,” I said. I leaned over, slid my hand around Muriel’s waist and kissed her deeply. Her tongue was so warm and wet. I couldn’t wait to taste the rest of her back at our little place down the beach.
    “I missed you, Giselle,” Muriel said as we parted. She looked happy and I was glad. She was away from Nathan and she wasn’t left penniless and ruined. Justice and legal were two entirely different things. What we did wasn’t legal, but it was justice for all the shit she had to put up with for the last twenty years.
    “I missed you too,” I replied. I noticed the bartender staring at us. I couldn’t tell if he had enjoyed the kiss or if he was praying for us. I giggled and when Muriel turned to see what amused me, she did too.
    “How was it? You’re night with Nate, I mean?” Muriel asked.
    “I managed,” I replied though I still was fighting with my feelings for him. I didn’t want Muriel to know what it had cost me, however.
    “I wish that wasn’t part of the plan,” Muriel said.
    “I know. It was what it was. I’m fine,” I told Muriel but I’m not sure she was buying it. We’d hatched the plan one night back in my apartment in Philly. I’d met Muriel at a fundraiser