All Chapters of Keenan Hilton's Chaos: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it.Keenan Hilton's Chaos although a spinoff from His Own Undoing is a stand-alone book. *PEOPLE TO KNOW BEFORE READING.*Taylor Snowfall: The woman Keenan loves who happens to be in love with his best friend. Although her presence doesn't appear much displayed in this book. Phoebe Gates Snowfall: She was Keenan's first love interest, but she is Rory's kid sister and he told Keenan to end the relationship. Jack Snowfall: Taylor Snowfall's younger brother and husband of Phoebe Gate. ***Hey everyone and welcome to KEENAN HILTON'S CHAOS, it's so nice to have you here. You are at the right place at the right time. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Will Keenan Hilton finally get the happily ever after he deserves, or will he be trapped in other people's shadow all the rest of his life? Join me as we find out.*******

“Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn’t sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.”~Paulo Coelho"Haha! Funny I must say. I could use that, a little distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life." He said the last part to himself. "My name is Keenan Hilton, your new boss." He stretches his hand and he takes her hand into his for a shake"Congratulation Miss Klean, you are employed." As they shake hands, she cannot ignore how soft his hand is and also how strong his grip on her hand is on hers at the same time."I'm employed?" she gasps, covering her mouth in disbelieve. "Mr Hilton, we haven't even had the interview, that's not how it's done." These words run out of her mouth be

“Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or– such is the pleasure they experience– they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them.”~Paulo CoelhoA week laterAs Varisha makes her way from the restroom, Max, her supervisor falls into line with her. Max being her supervisor is a 5ft11 inches tall male He is wearing a long sleeve, navy blue sweater on a white shirt and a black trouser. He's keeping an extremely low hair cut and a full beard just like the one Keenan keeps only his own making him look even more terrifying than she wants him to be.Vary didn't need to be slapped twice in the face to know that Max didn't like

“The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist. ”~Jennifer SalaizFour years later.‘Today is going to be just another day’ was what Varisha thought as she dresses up for work this morning. Upon her arrival, and hearing her co-workers' side talk about boss Keenan’s return, she knows it isn't going to be just another day.It wasn't some cliche story where a super rich boss and a simple girl fall madly in love and that wasn't her case, at least she wasn't going to let it be her story. Keenan Hilton was her boss and they both had each other's company and had lunch a couple of times and that was all it was and although it drew the attention of some her colleagues at work, they didn'

“Sexual pleasure is, I agree, a passion to which all others are subordinate but in which, they all unite.”~Marquis de SadeShe frowns in confusion, what did she do now? “You mean now?” she asks.“Now!” he thunders and makes his way past her.Her stomach growls aloud from emptiness, but she knows she one need is higher than hers and Keenan her boss' need is more than her stomach's.So much for her lunch break.Murmuring her complains to herself, she follows him behind. Just like every time he came into her office and took her to lunch four years, the eyes of other colleagues trail and longer on them, especially on her. She tightens her hand on her pause and silently follows behind him like a sheep to the slaughter.

“That’s what Jamie didn’t understand: it was never just sex. Even the fastest, dirtiest, most impersonal screw was about more than sex. It was about connection. It was about looking at another human being and seeing your own loneliness and neediness reflected back~Emily MaguireKEENAN decided to choose a restaurant with a less crowd so he could have some food without anyone sneaking up on him and taking pictures of him.One of the curses of being a Hilton was the fact that he couldn't have a normal social life without being tailed and followed by cameras and though he's less wild now compared to when he was a teenager, he still does not appreciate the unnecessary attention he gets sometimes.If there was a way he could change and live a normal life, he'll gladly do it so that he could have a lit

"It was recognising that together you had the power to temporarily banish that sense of isolation. It was about experiencing what it was to be human at the basest, most instinctive level. How could that be described as just anything?”~Emily MaguireThe room goes quiet and she walks back towards the door when she sees Keenan walks out of the opened door with a bottle of wine in his right hand.His hair is looking shabby and his eyes are red and dull and his steps wobbly and staggering. He's drunk and from what she sees he's probably been crying. Her heart squeezes in her chest as she imagines the torture he must be going through.His eyes go dim when they see the blurry image luring around and his lips pause as he curiously stares at her.“Taylor?” he slur, stag

A.N. I may update later today, but I haven't heard from you guys in the comment section. If you want me to update later today, leave a comment. Thanks..***“One thing I’ve learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don’t feel it; there’s probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.”~Norman MailerVary POVMy stomach curls up in a panic and I begin to look around the massive room looking for clues as to why I'm here and most importantly why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight.Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone.My head is beginning to hurt, as the fe

“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. ~Ayn RandMy heart skips a beat as I watch him show me the certificate and I walk over to him to look at the paper certificate in his hand which holds my name and my signature as well as Keenan name and his signature on it. My ears are still ringing from the married he said a few minutes and my eyes are now painful from staring at the paper too look hoping that it would finally become blank.How on earth did we get married? There was nothing that happened yesterday that even pointed to married so this makes no sense.

"Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they’re taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment – just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!"~Ayn RandBefore I can understand what he said and get the appropriate reply, Keenan takes the phone away from my grasps."Did you do this Dad?" he asks through gritted teeth and I feel he's angry even though his expression shows anything but that."Calm down son and come open the door for me, I'm outside." the man on the other side of the phone says with a calm and relaxed voice. Not bothered to answer his son's question.