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  CONTENTS

  Title Page

  Nicole Edwards Book list

  Dear Reader

  Copyright

  Dedication

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  EPILOGUE

  What's next Google

  E-book

  Acknowledgments

  About Nicole Edwards

  Nicole Edwards on Google Play

  THEIR FAMOUS

  DOMINANT

  OFFICE INTRIGUE, 4

  NICOLE EDWARDS

  The Alluring Indulgence Series

  Kaleb

  Zane

  Travis

  Holidays with the Walker Brothers

  Ethan

  Braydon

  Sawyer

  Brendon

  The Walkers of Coyote Ridge Series

  Curtis

  Jared

  Hard to Hold

  Hard to Handle

  Beau

  The Austin Arrows Series

  Rush

  Kaufman

  The Club Destiny Series

  Conviction

  Temptation

  Addicted

  Seduction

  Infatuation

  Captivated

  Devotion

  Perception

  Entrusted

  Adored

  Distraction

  The Dead Heat Ranch Series

  Boots Optional

  Betting on Grace

  Overnight Love

  Jared

  The Devil’s Bend Series

  Chasing Dreams

  Vanishing Dreams

  The Office Intrigue Series

  Office Intrigue

  Intrigued Out of the Office

  Their Rebellious Submissive

  Their Famous Dominant

  Their Ruthless Sadist

  The Pier 70 Series

  Reckless

  Fearless

  Speechless

  Harmless

  Clueless

  The Sniper 1 Security Series

  Wait for Morning

  Never Say Never

  Tomorrow’s Too Late

  The Southern Boy Mafia/Devil’s Playground Series

  Beautifully Brutal

  Without Regret

  Beautifully Loyal

  Without Restraint

  Standalone Novels

  A Million Tiny Pieces

  Inked on Paper

  Bad Reputation

  Bad Business

  Writing as Timberlyn Scott

  Unhinged

  Unraveling

  Chaos

  Naughty Holiday Editions

  2015

  2016

  Dear Reader,

  If you’ve read my Club Destiny series, then you met Trent Ramsey a long, long time ago. So many people have been waiting for his book and I’m thrilled to be able to give it to you.

  While you probably expected Trent’s book to be in the Club Destiny series, I included it in the Office Intrigue series because Trent’s club, Dichotomy, is the backdrop for the entire series.

  However, I will say, you do not have to read either series to be able to read this book. As with almost all of my books, it is a standalone novel that can be read all on its own.

  Happy reading!

  Nicole

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  Hutto, Texas 78634

  Copyright © Nicole Edwards, 2018

  All rights reserved.

  This is a self-published title.

  Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

  THEIR FAMOUS DOMINANT – An Office Intrigue novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Image: © Wander Aguiar

  Cover model: Thom Panto

  Cover Design: © Nicole Edwards Limited

  Editing: Blue Otter Editing

  ISBN (ebook): 978-1-939786-93-7

  ISBN (print): 978-1-939786-94-4

  BDSM Menage Romance

  Mature Audiences

  To all of you who have come along on this journey with me. I am forever grateful!

  ONE

  Trent

  Saturday, August 4

  “MASTER RAMSEY?”

  Turning at the sound of my name, I noticed the blushing submissive staring at me, flanked on both sides by her tuxedo-wearing Doms. While her light blue eyes were wide with what could only pass as star-struck wonder, her Dominants’ identical hazel eyes were filled with amusement.

  Langston Moore and his twin brother, Landon, had just claimed their submissive in an official collaring ceremony in front of their friends and family. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely honored that they’d thought to include me.

  My mind snapshotted the image of the threesome, a memory of this day etched in my mind for future reference.

  “Luci,” I greeted, smiling at the young woman who was the star of today’s festivities. While it was evident Luciana Moore wanted to say something, no words fell from her lips as she stared back at me with eyes as round as saucers.

  “Go on, pet,” Landon urged his beaming bride.

  “I … uh…” Luci’s voice chirped on the last word.

  Langston chuckled. “What our tongue-tied submissive wants to say is thank you for bein’ here today.”

  “The pleasure is all mine.” I shook hands with Langston, then Landon. “The ceremony was beautiful.”

  “As is our submissive,” Landon noted with pride.

  I peered down at the petite submissive, who looked like an erotic fairy princess clad in an elegantly designed white corset, a platinum and diamond collar gracing her neck, and little else. “I’d have to agree. It’s been a memorable day.”

  “With no small thanks to you for the venue,” Langston added.

  “The location was merely the backdrop,” I told him, my gaze stopping on Luci once more. “You, young lady, are even more beautiful now that you’ve been officially collared.”

  Luci blushed as she usually did when she was around me. “Thank you, Master Ramsey.”

  “I still remember the first night I met you at Dichotomy.” My gaze shot to Landon. “She came with you that night.”

  He grinned from ear to ear. “She did.”

  “And I’m sure she was just as star-struck then as she is now,” Langston noted.

  “She was,” I agreed. “In fact, if I recall, that response broke one of Landon’s rules and you spent most of the night walkin
g around naked.”

  “Mostly naked,” Landon corrected. “I allowed her to keep on the G-string.”

  I grinned, and Luci blushed again.

  Needless to say, it had been interesting to witness, as it was any time a new submissive was introduced into our world.

  “Thank you for overlooking my blunder that night, Master Ramsey,” Luci replied, her voice husky and soft.

  “You were quite sweet.”

  “But seriously,” Landon said, his tone sobering. “We’re honored that you attended.”

  “Don’t be honored,” I told him with a smirk. “I have every intention of drinking my weight in champagne. It won’t be cheap.”

  Landon laughed. “I don’t doubt that.”

  “Truth is,” Langston said, “I didn’t think you were that easy, Ramsey. You didn’t even put up a fight when I invited you.”

  He was right. I wasn’t easy. Usually.

  “I’m only easy for you, my friend,” I told him, grinning.

  In the past year and a half, Langston and his three partners at his PR firm—his twin brother, Landon, along with Justin Parker and Benjamin Snowden—had become good friends of mine. We met through Dichotomy, the BDSM club I opened in Chicago roughly two years ago. The four men were part of the first wave of members who had joined the club, and I’d gotten well acquainted with them.

  Partially because of them, I’d been spending more and more time here in Chicago in recent months, needing a break from the monotony that had become my life.

  “Probably not wise to let word get out that you’ll roll over with very little persuasion.” Langston chuckled, his gaze darting to the people milling about behind us. “Those subs following you around like lost puppies might think twice.”

  I didn’t bother looking back at the submissives I knew were mingling nearby. I had yet to show any interest whatsoever, however they still trailed close behind. It was something I despised, and any submissive who hoped for even a small amount of my attention knew that.

  “One could only be so lucky,” I told him.

  Langston’s gaze slid to the far side of the room and mine followed.

  “Your assistant looks a little out of sorts,” he said with a grin.

  I allowed my eyes to rake over the handsome man donning a designer tux and a wild-eyed expression as he took in everything around him.

  “This is a first for him,” I told them.

  “Well, you wouldn’t know it,” Langston said facetiously.

  “What gave it away?”

  “Probably the fact that his jaw is dragging the floor,” Langston said with a laugh.

  At least the boy had the sense to keep his tongue in his mouth.

  “Give him time,” Landon chimed in. “He’ll get used to it.”

  I had to wonder whether that was true or not. While I had purposely kept my assistant out of this side of my life, something had compelled me to invite him today. I was glad that I had because I enjoyed his company. He was one of the few people in the world I trusted implicitly. It had taken three years to get to that point, but I knew he had my best interests at heart.

  I turned my attention back to the triad before me. “Is King around?”

  Langston’s eyes scanned the area behind me, obviously seeking out his father. “He’s around here somewhere. Probably tryin’ to keep a tight leash on our mother.” Langston looked back at me and grinned. “You know how parents can be. I’m not sure anything is good enough for her boys and our mother’s been flutterin’ around, tryin’ to ensure everything is perfect.”

  “Well, someone should tell her she accomplished her goal,” I informed Langston, choosing to slide right over the reference to mothers.

  If anyone wanted parental advice, I was the last person they should come to. My own mother had put me up for adoption when she was a whopping fourteen years old. I didn’t know who she was, much less who had sired me. Nor did I care.

  A nice couple had adopted me when I was a newborn, but a fire in our home had taken their lives when I was seven. The neighbor had managed to get me out, but by the time he did, the house was fully engulfed. According to the medical examiner, they died of smoke inhalation.

  At that point, without any family who could care for me, I ended up back in foster care—where I was obviously destined to be. I spent several years in and out of homes, largely due to my age, along with my inability to behave. When I was fourteen, Rosa and Daniel Singer had come into my life. Although they never officially adopted me, they did foster me through most of my formative years.

  While it hadn’t been a childhood grounded in routine or consistency, I couldn’t complain too much. I wasn’t broken in the sense I’d had a shitty childhood, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone’s pity.

  However, I did attribute the lack of control to my innate need to be in control now. It was one of the reasons I’d ventured into the realm of BDSM and then practically built my life around it.

  I noticed several others lining up, probably hoping to give their congratulations to the threesome. “Well, I should stop monopolizing your time.”

  Langston smirked. “You headin’ back to Texas after this?”

  “Actually, I’m off to California to meet with my agent.”

  Landon cleared his throat. “Official business?”

  I met the other man’s curious hazel eyes. “We’ve got a few things to discuss.”

  “We’re still considerin’ your proposal,” he admitted quickly.

  I shook my head and huffed a laugh. “While I’m a businessman first, today is not for that. We’ll catch up in a couple of weeks when you’re back from your honeymoon.”

  Landon nodded, but I could see his reluctance. While I was eager to find out whether or not the partners had come to a decision regarding the proposal I’d made, I wasn’t going to allow that to interfere with the festivities today.

  “Well, thank you again for handlin’ the venue,” Landon said, motioning toward our surroundings. “We couldn’t have asked for a better place.”

  “Even if I remember specifically tellin’ you we weren’t lookin’ for anything fancy,” Langston tacked on. The significant stress on fancy did not go unnoticed. “I should’ve known how you rich boys work.”

  I laughed. With a net worth of 750 million dollars, I could hold my own, sure. However, I happened to know that Langston and his partners weren’t doing too bad in the finance department. In fact, they were in the process of expanding an already outrageously profitable business. Chatter PR Global was officially the third-ranked public relations firm in the world.

  Granted, my side ventures were quickly increasing my wealth, and I could credit that to good business decisions on my part. Not only was I one of, if not the highest-paid actor in Hollywood, I was also a venture capitalist and I had my hand in many pies. Along with the dozens of start-ups I’d helped fund, I was a silent partner in many things, owned some impressive real estate that was turning nice profits. I’d learned to diversify early on and it had paid off. Even more so since I’d invested in a technology company that was in the process of launching a software platform that would change the way most people did business.

  In a word, I was rich. No sense denying it. However, I was also pragmatic.

  “I promised you wouldn’t be disappointed, Moore,” I reminded Langston.

  “That you did,” he agreed. “You were true to your word.”

  Admittedly, this had been the perfect venue for a formal collaring ceremony. In fact, it was a place I’d considered for myself should I ever find a submissive of my own. Unfortunately, at the rate I was going, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen.

  “All right,” I told them firmly. “I’m off to see if I can get my assistant to relax a little.”

  “Maybe offer him some champagne,” Landon suggested. “Or bourbon.”

  I glanced over at Troy. I wasn’t sure any amount of alcohol was going to help.

  “Thanks again for comin’,” Langston
said.

  “My pleasure.” I turned my attention to Luci one last time. “You keep these boys in line.”

  “I will, Master Ramsey,” she answered, still slightly bewildered.

  With a smile, I turned and ambled away, my gaze landing on my assistant.

  Troy Shelton—my personal assistant for the past three years—looked as though he wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Even in spite of that, he was a very attractive man. He took good care of himself, which I found ridiculously appealing. Well-built with his sculpted chest and narrow waist, tall. He filled out a tuxedo nicely.

  His shoulder-length, dark brown hair hung loosely in that style that said he didn’t care what it looked like but he spent plenty of time getting it to do what he wanted it to do. His jaw had that purposeful stubble, his cheekbones were high, his nose perfectly proportioned to his face, and his mocha-brown eyes didn’t look tired or strung out. In my world, that was not the norm. Considering my demanding schedule and my equally demanding personality, that was a wonder, really.

  The thought made me smile.

  There was something inexplicably masculine about him, but underneath, there was something innately submissive.

  When a waiter offered champagne, I took two glasses from his tray.

  “You all right?” I asked when I approached Troy, handing over one of the glasses.

  Uncertain brown eyes flew up to my face as Troy nodded. “Of course, boss.”

  I smiled to myself as I scanned the crowd, taking note of the numerous bodyguards strategically placed throughout. While security of this magnitude wasn’t usually necessary at a function such as this, I’d had to come up with a backup plan when word leaked that I was going to be attending today’s ceremony. Luckily, I had friends in high places and it had only taken one phone call to ensure the press wasn’t going to sneak into the party without an invitation.

  “By the way, boss, Ken called. Twice. Said he needs an answer.”

  I frowned. “Ignore his calls,” I instructed. “I’ll discuss with him in person on Monday.”

  “Have you made a decision?” he inquired.

  “Yeah,” I told him. I’d known from the beginning of the unnecessary negotiations that I was turning down the part I was being offered. Although the movie would no doubt be a success, I was taking fewer and fewer roles these days for personal reasons. The only person who didn’t seem to get it was my agent.