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Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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Stacy's Destiny

The Town of Pearl 2

Stacy’s Destiny

Stacy's on the run after being assaulted. She heads to the town of Pearl as she copes with her fears from the attack. The last thing she expects to find in this storybook town filled with kind people and not-so-typical relationships is her destiny in the arms of Max and Eric Cantrell.

  Eric and Max meet Stacy in the same day but at different times. Instantly they are attracted to her and feel that she may be the one they have been waiting for. Trouble is, Stacy's from New York and has a past that has her wary of men in general. But the heat between the three is out of control, and once they get a taste, Max and Eric are set on keeping her. When trouble comes looking for their woman, they're ready to fight and willing to risk everything to protect her.

 
Genre:
Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Length:
83,540 words

STACY’S DESTINY

The Town of Pearl 2

Dixie Lynn Dwyer

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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STACY’S DESTINY

Copyright © 2011 by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

E-book ISBN: 1-61034-628-9

First E-book Publication: October 2011

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DEDICATION

To all my faithful readers, your requests for Stacy, Max, and Eric’s story did not fall on deaf ears. I hope you enjoy their tale and another peek into the Town of Pearl created in
For the Love of Anna.
~Dixie~

 

STACY’S DESTINY

The Town of Pearl 2

DIXIE LYNN DWYER

Copyright © 2011

Prologue

Stacy had gotten very little rest over the past four weeks, but she was determined to land the promotion at Mercer Enterprises. This was her time. She had paid her dues and then some, working nights and overtime without pay. It was all to impress Curtis Langcaster, her boss and royal pain in the ass. He was such a damn cocky and obnoxious bastard and good looking to boot. She had actually found him charming and sexy when she started in the company nearly a year ago. Thank the good lord above that she hadn’t fallen for his fake sincerity and playboy charms. Others around the company weren’t so lucky. She had turned a blind eye to the promiscuity taking place around the workplace. There were married couples sharing with other married couples, giving the whole spouse swap a new and erotic alternative. It reminded her of high school but on a more extreme level. These were like adult cliques. There were the men and women who were married but fooled around and had affairs. Then there were single men and women that fooled around and went out drinking and partying even in the middle of the week. Then there were the few married individuals who did their jobs, never advanced, and lived a basic, monotone kind of lifestyle.

Then there was Stacy. Single, newly out of college, and trying to prove that she didn’t have to spread her legs in Mercer Enterprises in order to get promoted. Bullshit! She wasn’t going to be a whore. If she needed to make a career change, then so be it. It was bad enough that she lost her virginity to Alex in college and he turned out to be such an asshole. The sex was terrible and a one-time event that ruined her perception of sex in general. When she finally decided to give sex a try again, it was going to be because she felt overwhelmed with the urge. She was not going to be ordered to.

Clearing her mind of all the obscene reasons why she should just leave Mercer and head elsewhere, Stacy held on to the hope that today was the day for success. She pushed aside thoughts of the little secret admirer gifts and messages that had been left on her desk. She momentarily forgot about the late night heavy breathing calls from private untraceable numbers and focused on today.

Today’s meeting and this advertising contract were a success because of her. Fresh out of college and in her early twenties, she had been exposed to the true ins and outs of the business world at record speed. Trust was nonexistent. It was do or die. If she didn’t land this contract today, then she might as well look for a different profession altogether. Stacy sighed, feeling the quiver from the pit of her stomach all the way to her throat. No one was going to take this promotion away from her this time. She covered all her bases and made sure that the higher-ups saw her working on the Monroe account. She had learned the cutthroat ropes quickly enough, and her razor-sharp tongue had nearly cost Stacy her job. When Curtis cornered her in his office one late evening demanding she give him a blow job and she refused, she had gone off on him and threatened to sue him for sexual harassment. He laughed at her, but he dropped the issue and remained distant. She wondered if he was the secret admirer and just couldn’t take no for an answer. She did catch him watching her which creeped her out, but soon she noticed other men in the company doing the same thing. Knowing that she hadn’t placed herself in any compromising positions, she ignored them and their advances and focused on the job. She learned quickly that there was always someone watching and ready to offer help at a cost. The business world was a brutal place. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and gripped the multiple objects in her hands just as she caught sight of Curtis.

Curty, as his little bimbo girlfriends called him, was smiling wide as she approached the boardroom. She carried all the materials, and she handled all the meetings and scheduling with their clients. The Monroes adored her. This was it. She would no longer be stuck working for Curty.

“Hey, there she is, my number one gal!” he exclaimed and attempted to give her a hug despite the large amount of papers and bulk in her arms. How unprofessional of him. Hadn’t the asshole learned that she was never going to sleep with him? What a moron. She had made it perfectly clear over a year ago that she would not sleep her way through promotions to get to the top. Many had before her, and sure, they were sitting pretty, damn pretty, right now with their corner offices looking over the city skyscrapers and their upper-six-figure salaries, but not her. Stacy had morals and values. She was going to be successful, and her pussy wasn’t going to be her ticket to success. She gave Curty a dirty look. Couldn’t he at least pretend that he wanted to help her? Maybe offer to carry some stuff or hold the door at least? His show was for the Monroes. He really didn’t give a damn at all.

“Here, let me help you with those,” Don Williams offered as he reached for some of her binders. He had always been a nice man. He was married with two kids of his own, and he was a gem among narcissists. He was one of the few moral, married men belonging in that particular group amongst whoremongers and chauvinists. Plus with his blond hair and blue eyes, he was the picture-perfect surfer boy. When she first met him, she was shocked that he was married and had two kids. He had told her it was love at first sight, and he couldn’t take a chance of letting his wife Eve get away. His wife was a beauty as well. Just then, the other high-ranking, self-centered CEOs infiltrated the room. Even their nasty facial expressions and fake smiles made her sick. They were decked out in their high-priced Louis Vuitton casual wear from blazers to shoes. Two of the idiots looked like they were headed to the golf course after this meeting. Her nose immediately itched from the overwhelming amount of expensive colognes attacking the air. She prayed she wouldn’t have a sneezing fit. Not now and not with her future professional life hanging on the line. Stacy was at her wit’s end. If she didn’t get this promotion, she didn’t know what she would do. This was it.

She placed everything out on the table and began to arrange the colored printouts according to her presentation. They watched her, and she didn’t have to look up to know that they stared. Self-consciously she tugged her blouse closed in fear that, due to her abundant breasts, some cleavage may have been showing. She didn’t want to give the wrong impression. She’d practiced all week. Her office mates, Teresa and Michelle, probably knew her speech as well as she did. She smiled as her confidence teetered between “set and ready” and “oh shit, I’m going to fail.”

Stacy rubbed her damp hands over the soft material of her skirt. She was dressed modestly but professionally in her flare, blue floral skirt and classy cream-colored blouse. Her breasts were large, but she hid them the best she could. She was also petite, and a lot of the men and women she worked with were tall. Those women who weren’t were certain to wear some of the highest heels around. She didn’t. There was no way she would get through the day in them. Especially being at the bottom of the totem pole and at Curty’s near beck and call. But all that was going to change today. It had to.

As the introductions were made and the Monroes entered the room, the sucking up began. Then out of nowhere came Debbi Dogstire, wiggling into the room with her inappropriately short red skirt and matching red blouse that just happened to be cut so low that her brassiere and lacey red camisole showed. Stacy swallowed hard. She knew she had better breasts than Debbi, but she didn’t show them off.

The men in the room sucked in their breath at the sight of her. Stacy felt that pulling in her gut that something was up. Why the hell were the Monroes talking to Debbi? How did they know her?

The meeting began, and Stacy did most of the selling with Curty, adding in his lies about her ideas being his ideas. Before long Debbi was adding a few points that Stacy hadn’t even gotten to yet in her presentation and stole the Monroes’ attention and the CEO’s attention. From there on out, it was a disaster. It appeared that Curty, Debbi, and a few others in the room had sabotaged Stacy. They made it look like she did all the minor planning and creating on the job while Curty and Debbi did the major work and came up with all the ideas. Stacy was devastated and sick with shock. How could this be happening? It was like some bad scene out of a movie. But this was no movie. This was her life.

Son of a bitch! Thirty minutes later, and Stacy understood exactly why Debbi Dogstire earned the name throughout the company as Debbi Dogstyle. She had been so busy bending over desks to gain promotion that she finally landed the number one spot in the Mercer Enterprises advertising department. By the looks from the faces around the room, Debbi did every one of those guys except for Don Williams.

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