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  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  LOVING CONTROL

  EPILOGUE

  DEAR READER

  PREVIEW OF CONTROLING DARKNESS

  About Anna Edwards

  Connect with Anna Edwards

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  MISGUIDED

  CONTROL

  A CONTROL SERIES NOVEL

  Anna Edwards

  Copyright © 2017 by Anna Edwards

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Warning: This book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This book is for sale to adults only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase.

  Disclaimer: Please do not try any sexual practice, without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither the publisher nor the author will be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from the use of the information contained in this book.

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  Editing by Dayna Hart, Hart to Heart Edits

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  Misguided Control/ Anna Edwards -- 1st ed.

  ISBN-13 978-1520582238

  Dedication:

  This book has a strong theme of motherhood in it, so there is no greater person to dedicate this book to than my mother. She’s supported me and my sister no matter what the cost has been to her. That has been putting us through university and seeing us settled in our first homes. She is always there when I need her for the children, even if I do take them away to India for eighteen months. I know you are making one of the biggest sacrifices now for us in selling your home to move to Kent but I promise that it will make life for as all better.

  I love you mum, thank you xx

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  LOVING CONTROL

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  EPILOGUE

  DEAR READER

  PREVIEW OF CONTROLING DARKNESS

  About Anna Edwards

  Connect with Anna Edwards

  CHAPTER ONE

  Callum

  It hadn't always been this way. He didn't always dress in a suit for work. He hadn't really worked. He’d spent most of his time lounging around, causing trouble for his parents. Sponging off them for whatever he needed. Sleeping with anything with a tight little pussy—he hadn't been fussy. Drinking. Drugs. Name it, and he had tried it.

  Now his life couldn't be further from that. He had a job, one of the most boring in the world, as an accountant. Qualified and everything. He had worked his way up the ranks, and then gone into industry. Today, he was starting a new job. Finance Director of North Enterprises.

  This was the big one.

  "Callum?" His mother called out. "Hurry up, you'll be late."

  Okay. Yeah, he still lived with his parents. He was twenty-nine, but it was safer that way. Well, that's what his father said anyway."

  "Coming mum." He grabbed the jacket of his pinstripe suit, took the bag of sandwiches from his mother’s hands as she stood at the door waiting, shoved them in his leather briefcase, and went out the door. He nodded to a policeman outside, jumped into his Audi A5, and tried very hard not to speed off down the road.

  North Enterprises was in the heart of the city, and traffic was good, so it didn't take him long to get there. He parked in the underground car park, used the key card he'd popped in to get last week, and went to the top floor where the directors had their offices.

  "Callum?" James North's bodyguard came out of the central office. A rather scary-looking man called Matthew Carter. They'd met a few times now, not all in the workplace.

  "Hi."

  "It's your first day, isn't it?" They shook hands.

  "Yes. James in his office?"

  "Nah. His wife gave birth yesterday."

  "Wow. Congratulations to them."

  "Yeah. He's going to take the full two-week paternity."

  "He really is a changed man, like the press are saying."

  "Don't talk to me about the media. Already had to chuck one of them out of the hospital for posing as a nurse. They're desperate for a picture of the kid. I only popped in here to drop some papers off and then I’m heading back there."

  "What did they have?"

  "A boy. Thomas. Cute as anything but don't tell my girlfriend that."

  "Your secret’s safe." He held his hands up and smirked.

  "Shit, you need someone to run over everything, don't you?"

  "You did most of it the other week. It's fine. I'm sure I can find my own way around."

  "No, can't have that. Here. This way."

  Callum followed Matthew to the main office.

  "Marie?" An absolutely stunning woman appeared from behind a section break. Her long jet black hair was pulled back. She wore a teal-coloured sheath dress that showed off a body of a golden age Hollywood star. She had beautiful, bright hazel eyes.

  "Mr Carter. I thought you'd gone back to the hospital?"

  "I had. I forgot Mr Ashworth was starting today though. Can you look after him, please? He's set up with all the security stuff already, but he needs introductions."

  "I need to cancel Mr North's appointments." She gave him a glance and put her hands on her curvy hips. “He can make himself a coffee and sit where you wait while I do that."

  "Thank you."

  Ok, this secretary wasn't going to be the most fun person to spend the morning with. Shame, she was a stunner. Matthew pulled him over to a Nespresso coffee machine.

  "Don't mind her. She is usually politer. She’s just a bit pissed off over the baby."

  "Why?"

  "Don't ask. Make her a coffee and wait quietly. She'll mellow then."

  "Got it."

 
"I have to go. I'll try and come back later and check everything is alright. You've my mobile number if you need me."

  "Thanks. Oh, Matthew. How does she take it?"

  "Who, take what?"

  "Marie."

  Matthew snickered, "I wouldn't get any ideas there. I know what you're like. She only has eyes for one man, and he's off limits."

  " I only meant how does she take her coffee, but that's just intrigued me."

  "White, no sugar. And good luck with day dreaming. It won't last long." Matthew disappeared, leaving Callum alone with the secretary who was using her sweetest voice to apologise to a client. He managed to figure out the rather complicated machine and made himself a black expresso and Marie a flat white. He put it on her desk, and she placed her hand over the receiver of the phone.

  "You forgot the chocolate powder over the top."

  "You forgot to say please."

  "Please." Sarcasm dripped from the word before she turned her sickly-sweet voice back to whoever was on the other end of the phone. He was starting to relish the challenge of this woman. She'd be good fun to spend the day with. He took a piece of paper and some scissors from her desk. She looked at him quizzically, but he ignored her.

  He went back, got the chocolate powder, and then quickly cut a shape out of the paper. He could see her watching him, but he just turned his back to her. He lay the paper over, and a heart was revealed. He shook the powder and left a heart shape on her coffee. He was very pleased with himself.

  She just rolled her eyes.

  A comfortable chair greeted him while he waited for her to finish her calls. He placed one muscular leg over the other and watched her. He didn't know why he was so fascinated with her. She was obviously rude, selfish and completely delusional. He hadn't failed to realise that Matthew had meant she'd a thing for James and that was why she was in such a bad mood today

  Half an hour later, Marie had finally finished her calls. She came over to him, and in her three-inch heels she was almost the same height as his six foot three.

  "You ready to go?"

  "Well, I probably should do some work today."

  She led him down a corridor towards another set of rooms, her pert backside swaying. Damn, if his cock wasn't twitching at the sight.

  "These are your offices, and this is Sam. Your PA." She motioned to the gentleman sitting at the desk. Sam was about twenty-five, and from the way he was checking Callum out, he was into men.

  "Hi, Mr Ashworth. I've set you up on the system, you just need to change your passwords. I've arranged a meeting with the sales and purchase heads for just after lunch so you can get yourself acquainted with them and I've emailed you all last month's figures with the explanation for variances. We still don't have the actuals from Rome, but I'll call them again today. I'll let you get acquainted with your office. Can I get you a drink? Tea? Coffee? Cold drink?"

  "Black coffee please."

  "You're welcome, Mr Ashworth. I'll get that drink for you right away. Marie, are you staying?"

  "Just because Mr North is off, why do people think that I've nothing to do?" She huffed her shoulders and tutted.

  "Oh come on, you're so far ahead, and he isn't around for two weeks now. You'll be twiddling your thumbs." So it wasn't just Matthew who knew that this woman had a thing for her boss.

  "It's alright, Sam, I think we can find our way alone. Marie here has many important calls to make. She needs to reschedule two weeks' worth of meetings after all." He flashed her his best smile, but she just pursed her lips in reply.

  "Thank you, Mr Ashworth." And with that, she disappeared out the door.

  The rest of the day went well.

  His stomach rumbled. Sam had brought him in an afternoon snack. The sandwiches his mother had made were gone by midmorning. "Sam?"

  No answer.

  A quick glance at his watch told him it was seven. Damn. Where the hell had the day gone? Sam would’ve gone home a few hours ago. He shoved the papers into his briefcase and left his room. He was almost to the lift when a female voice echoed in the now quiet office.

  "I'm so sorry Helen. It's been one of those days. I should be half an hour depending on the tubes. I know the Northern Line had problems earlier. Is she alright?"

  A pause. The person on the other end was relaying a message.

  "Oh, thank god. She knows she isn't supposed to do that."

  He stepped closer to the voice. Marie had worry lines across her forehead, and the edges of her eyes were damp with unshed tears. She sensed him and looked up.

  "I have to go. I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up and busied herself with tidying her desk and turning the computer off. "I'm sorry about the personal call. It won't happen again."

  "It's not a problem unless Mr North doesn't allow them. Is everything alright?" He was genuinely concerned.

  "He doesn't mind. I just don't think I should take them at work." She ignored the question and took her coat off the stand.

  "Look at me."

  She hesitated but eventually looked up.

  "Is it something I can help with?"

  She looked back down and shook her head.

  "You said you had to get the Tube. I can give you a lift home if it helps."

  "No." Her answer a little too frantic in reply. "I mean, it's fine. The tubes won't take long."

  He dipped his hand into his pocket, pulled out his wallet and held out some cash. She didn't take it.

  "Get a cab home."

  "That isn't necessary."

  "It's late. I know you aren't impressed with me, but I'm a gentleman, and I won't see you travelling on the tubes when it's evident you need to get home. Please take it." He waved the money again. She took it. It was then that he noticed her hands were shaking.

  "Thank you."

  "You’re welcome. Now get home."

  He escorted her into the lift, and they descended in silence. When the doors opened on her floor, she turned to him. Her face was etched with guilt. It was horrible to see.

  "I'm sorry for the way I was earlier. I've no excuse. It's just been a bad time."

  "Don't say anything more. Goodnight."

  'Goodnight."

  The doors shut, and he was left reflecting on the first day in a new job. All in all, it hadn't been bad. He was going to enjoy it here. Yes, he really was.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Marie

  The walk had taken her forty minutes. She wasn't going to hang around waiting for a Tube when it could be hours, and the fifty pounds that Callum had given her would come in handy for Owen. After she'd left Callum in the lift, she'd taken another lift back up to her office and changed into a pair of trousers and trainers. They were old and tatty—and the only way to get home safely.

  She looked up at the looming concrete tower block in front of her. It was a home of a sort. Well, as good as it was going to get. Hoxton didn't have much else she could afford. Not that they could move. Even with her job, she had she still had to pay ‘them’ off. She pulled her bag closer and tried to creep quietly past a gang of teenagers drinking and swearing on the street outside. One of them jogged up to her.

  "Got a light?"

  "No, sorry." She kept her head down and walked a bit faster.

  "I only wanted a light, you bitch. What you think I want to fuck you? Not likely. I'm more careful where I stick my dick." She rounded the corner and started to sprint up the stairs; her heart was beating so fast. It was always like this. Why couldn't they just leave her and her family alone?

  The stench of urine hit her as she approached her front door. They'd apparently been marking their territory again. At least it wasn't shit through the door like last time. That was why the letterbox was sealed up; one day it would be a flaming bottle. Their post always went to her Aunt.

  She took a few moments at the door to compose herself before putting the ever-present smile back on her face and walked into the damp and decrepit flat.

  "It's just me." Her shout was greet
ed by the squeal of delight from a now two-year-old Owen.

  "Meemee...meemee" He sped around the corner and straight into her arms.

  "Hey, my little boy. You'd a good day with Nanna and Auntie Helen?"

  "Nanna ouch."

  "I know. Let's go and see her."

  She carried Owen into the tiny lounge area. She set Owen down on the floor with a toy car she'd bought second hand from a charity shop.

  "Play with this for me while I talk to Nanna."

  "Brooommmm."

  "Good boy."

  She turned to her mother and the lump on her head.

  "I'm sorry Mee. I thought I could get myself dressed."

  "You know you're supposed to wait for Helen to help."

  "I don't like feeling so helpless and so utterly useless."

  "It will come back, mum. We just have to be patient and keep up with the physio."

  Ever since her mother had had a stroke a year ago, they'd been trying to improve her mobility. She'd lost the use of the left side of her body. Thankfully her speech hadn't been affected too badly.

  "I just hate seeing you do everything and working such long hours as well. I should move in with Helen."

  "No, Mum, this is your home. It's fine, I love my job and coming home to you an Owen is what I want to do every evening. I just want you to concentrate on getting better."

  "See Annie, I told you she wouldn't be angry." Her aunt Helen appeared from the kitchen. "I've just finished the washing up and left your dinner in the microwave."

  "Thanks, Auntie. Sorry, again I was so late."

  "It isn't a problem. I'll give Uncle Ned a call, so he can come and get me."

  "Yeah. Don't go out alone. They're out there again."

  "They've been there most of the day. Gave us lip when I brought Annie back from the doctors. Told 'em to shove it."

  "I wondered why outside smelled of pee."

  "Fucking delinquents.”

  “You need to get back to the authorities about them."

  "Language Helen." Her mother piped up.

  "I'll call them tomorrow." She knew her aunt meant well, but it was best just to ignore them. Any reaction fuelled their hatred even more.