DISCOVERY (Esquire Black Duet Book 1)

by Hayley Faiman

  DISCOVERY

  Esquire Black Duet #1

  Hayley Faiman

  DISCOVERY

  Copyright © 2019 by Hayley Faiman

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  Contents

  Also By Hayley Faiman

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  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Afterword

  Stay Connected

  About the Author

  Special Thanks

  Also By Hayley Faiman

  Men of Baseball Series—

  Pitching for Amalie

  Catching Maggie

  Forced Play for Libby

  Sweet Spot for Victoria

  Russian Bratva Series—

  Owned by the Badman

  Seducing the Badman

  Dancing for the Badman

  Living for the Badman

  Tempting the Badman

  Protected by the Badman

  Forever my Badman

  Betrothed to the Badman

  Chosen by the Badman

  Bought by the Badman

  Collared by the Badman

  Notorious Devils MC—

  Rough & Rowdy

  Rough & Raw

  Rough & Rugged

  Rough & Ruthless

  Rough & Ready

  Rough & Rich

  Rough & Real

  Cash Bar Series—

  Laced with Fear

  Chased with Strength

  Flamed with Courage

  Blended with Pain

  Twisted with Chaos

  Mixed with trouble –Fall 2019

  Forbidden Love Series —

  Personal Foul

  Kinetic Energy

  SAVAGE BEAST MC –

  UnScrew Me

  UnBreak Me

  UnChain Me –Late Summer 2019

  Unfit Hero Series –

  CONVICT

  HERO

  Zanetti Famiglia Series -

  Becoming the Boss

  Becoming his Mistress - Winter 2019

  Esquire Black Duet Series –

  DISCOVERY

  APPEAL

  Standalone Titles

  Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale

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  Prologue

  With an over-exaggerated giggle, I toss my hair over my shoulder as I look at my hot neighbor standing at the food table. Tara, who lives a couple buildings over, is chatting to me about something. I’m not paying attention to her. I’m too focused on the hottie across from me as I suck in my stomach.

  Once Tara is finished with her one-sided conversation, I wave goodbye and head toward the food, well toward the hot guy. I’ve already eaten my weight in chips and salsa, so I don’t actually need any food, but I’ve been dying to meet this guy for months.

  Glancing at his plate, I announce with a wide smile. “JoAnne’s brownies are out of this world. You chose the right dessert.”

  His gaze shifts from his plate, up to me and he gives me a tip of his lips. “I usually don’t eat sweets, but it’s a party.” He shrugs.

  Taking in his bare abs, I almost whimper. He’s ripped and his muscles are stacked on top of one another. It’s obvious he doesn’t eat sweets. In fact, I would guess he lives off of broccoli and grilled chicken breasts alone. It makes me feel a tad frumpy standing next to him.

  I live in a condo in a gated community. It’s full of mostly singles and is basically a giant meat market. Everyone is doing everyone else, or has done them, or wants to do them. Everyone but me, I mean, I fooled around with a few cute guys when I first moved in, but I’m too busy working to actually get out much anymore.

  Except for today, today is the annual summer mixer, which is the only reason I’m standing next to this sexy muscular man in a bikini.

  “I’m Brooklyn,” I say, introducing myself and shoving my hand toward him.

  He shifts his plate in his hands and quickly shakes my outstretched palm. I’m not met with full body tingles or anything, but that doesn’t take away his hotness factor.

  “Mark,” he murmurs, giving me a kind smile.

  I stand next to him awkwardly, continuing to suck in my stomach. The move pushes my breasts out, and although my belly is a bit rounder than I would prefer, my boobs are naturally larger and my greatest asset. I glance to him to see if he’ll look down and catch a peek, but he doesn’t. A sense of rejection slides through me, but I shake it off.

  “Where’s the other girl you live with? I’ve seen you two around, and you’re usually joined at the hip,” he chuckles.

  I purse my lips together just thinking about my old roommate and best friend, Lillie. She moved to Paris just a few days ago, for a special pastry chef school, and I miss her so much already. I tell him about her leaving, which he meets my obvious sadness with a sympathetic pouted lip. The mood is dead, not for him I’m sure, but definitely for me.

  We spend a few more moments in idle chatter, but I decide to make my exit and head toward home. Thinking about Lillie leaving puts a damper on my mood. I miss her, she was like my sister, and now she’s an ocean away.

  Hurrying back to my condo, I decide to shower off the sweat and sunscreen from being outside all afternoon. Changing into a pair of short cotton shorts and a tank top, I decide to make a cocktail and check my email to see if Lillie has sent me anything. I’ve been dying to hear from her.

  We could FaceTime or text, but with the time difference, we’ve taken to emailing one another. My work hours are long and grueling most of the time, usually sporadic, so carving out time to talk just isn’t possible right now.

  Maybe once she gets settled and I’m finally out of my probationary period at work, then maybe we’ll have more time to actually talk to one another, but for now, we’ll email.

  The little red number one next to my inbox alerts me to a new message, and I can’t hide my giddy excitement. I take another sip of my margarita before I power on my computer and lo
g into my email. I need a big screen instead of my phone, to really indulge in this message.

  Parisians Everywhere

  Lillie Greene

  To: me

  Sunday, June 23, 2019 9:46pm

  I’ve seen some things. Touristy things. I’m sure you would be disappointed, but I had to play tourist for at least the first couple of days. Classes start tomorrow and I’m nervous but ready to get my pastry on. Miss you, Brookie. Don’t get into any trouble without me, because you know I need to be part of the messes you get yourself into.

  Love you,

  I’ll send you desserts as soon as I’m able.

  Lillie Belle

  A smile tips my lips as I click on the reply button and begin to write back to my best friend. I would never be disappointed by doing tourist things in Paris of all places.

  I mean, it’s Paris.

  Though, I did tell her to check into the local hot spots. She’s going to be living there, she needs to be part of the community there. Not just tourist stuff. But please, day one and two are perfectly acceptable tourist days.

  Chapter One

  LUCAS

  I slap my palm against her ass as I thrust in and out of her wet heat. She lets out a long moan before she speaks. “Oh, yes, give it to Mommy just like that.”

  My stomach lurches at her words. Mommy? What the fuck? I groan to myself, half-tempted to kick her the fuck out of my office, but I’m not about to do anything before I get off.

  I wrap my hand in the back of her hair and tug her bleached blonde locks back. Her neck is pulled so far that she won’t be able to say any other weird shit to me.

  My back tingles as I start to pound into her harder and faster, punishing that pussy of hers for her odd outburst. I reach around her hip with my other hand and start to strum her clit, deciding not to leave her completely dissatisfied, although I fucking should. She hums before she gasps, I feel her cunt clamp down around me, signaling that my work here is done.

  Pumping my hips a few more times, I close my eyes before I empty my cum into the condom, burying myself inside of her. I only stay planted inside of her for a beat, then I quickly take a step back, my fingers still twisted in her hair.

  “Holy shit,” she whispers as I release her.

  I have the condom thrown in the trash, my suit pants back up and straightened before she can even stand from being bent over my desk.

  “You know, that was the best I’ve ever had,” she purrs as she closes the distance between us.

  My eyes flick down to her, and I tip my head to the side. She’s pretty, and she’s less than ten years older than me, but I don’t do relationships. Even if I did, bottle blonde, ex-trophy wives aren’t my thing—especially ones that call themselves mommy during sex.

  That said, I can’t be a dick to her. She’s paid me a pretty penny for getting her divorce handled and completely cleaning out that fuckwit she was married to. I grin, watching how the tip of my lips affect her, causing her eyes to soften and her mouth to smile.

  Yeah, I have to end this shit—now.

  “I don’t have time for a relationship, Bethany. If I did, you’d be at the top of my list. Beautiful and smart—you’re a complete package,” I murmur the lie gently.

  It’s a line I’ve used dozens of times, maybe even two-dozen. I’ve lost count. It always works, and they leave satisfied and without the feeling of rejection.

  Her hand slides up my chest, and she cups my cheek. “I get it. You ever want to play again, you know where to reach me,” she murmurs.

  I lift my chin as she rises to her toes and brushes her lips against my jaw. I don’t reach out to touch her, knowing it will give her the wrong impression. I’ve learned how to play my part through countless mistakes over the years.

  “Mr. Black, your one o’clock is here,” my secretary, Peg, announces through the phone intercom.

  “Remember what I said,” Bethany whispers before her hand grabs my dick and squeezes. It takes everything inside of me not to push her off and ask her what in the goddamn fuck she thinks she’s doing, but I stay stoic. “Mommy really liked what you gave her. She wants more from her baby.”

  I have to grind my jaw together and hold my breath, trying not to puke on her, staying stone-solid. I don’t mind kink, but that type is not my style. Not ever.

  Eventually, she releases me, winks, and turns with a sway to her hips, moving them from side to side as she waltzes out of my office.

  Turning away from the door, I don’t watch her walk out, instead I make my way around my desk and over to my chair. I sit down in my plush leather office chair and run my hand over my face.

  Holy fuck, I attract some weird as fuck bitches sometimes. Though, I’ll take a weird fuck here and there. They’re easy, clients who have already settled their case and their debt. They’re uncomplicated, and usually not ones to cling since they’re just getting free from their soured marriages. Every now and then though, I catch a goddamn nut.

  Picking up my phone, I dial my secretary’s line. “Peg, go ahead and send Mrs. Dunning in, please,” I mutter. She quickly agrees, and I’m unable to hide my grin.

  Peg, my secretary, kicks ass. She’s around fifty-five years old, a grandmother of two, and gives no fucks about busting my balls. She’s a straight up, straight-shooter, and looks like the sweetest lady on the block. But I’ve heard words pour out of her that’d make a sailor blush. She’s the shit, and she takes no shit, which is perfect for me.

  Plus, I have no desire to fuck her, which was why the partners hired her for me. I’ve had a bit of a problem with interns, assistants, and paralegals in the past. I was even accused of sexually harassing an intern. For the first time probably ever, it wasn’t true.

  She’d waltzed into my office unannounced and came onto me. I denied her; she was too young for me, just turned nineteen. I prefer someone who knows a little of what they’re doing, maybe ridden around the block at least once, but nobody believed me.

  The doe-eyed girl got a nice payout. The partners then shoved my ass in the corner of the building and put Peg the Bulldog in front of my door. Nobody, and I mean nobody, can get past her. Except, of course, my clients—which is why I started fucking them instead of women who work in the office.

  I work long, hard hours, and exercise only lets off so much steam. I need to find release, and I do that with my ever-willing list of clientele. I’m sure it makes me a fucking dick, maybe people think I’m a sex addict—but aren’t we all addicted to fucking a little bit anyway? The high, the satisfaction, and the calm you feel right after you blow your load.

  It’s simpler this way. Less messy. Easier to avoid extra lawsuits. Fucking ex-clients, which is what they always are, after their case has been settled, is merely frowned upon by HR. It isn’t illegal. Fucking a paralegal, on the other hand, is directly against policy.

  Mrs. Meredith Dunning saunters through my office in a skin-tight red dress, sky-high red heels, bright red lips that beg to be wrapped around a cock, surgically altered huge tits, and platinum bleached blonde hair. I can’t stop myself from grinning at the sight of her.

  Yeah, I’m going to enjoy working for Mrs. Dunning, I can already tell.

  “Mr. Black, thank you so much for seeing me today,” she says breathlessly. I shake her hand and offer her a seat in the chair across from mine.

  Pulling up her file on the computer, I ask her how I can help her.

  “You see, I have an iron-clad prenuptial agreement with my husband. If I cheat, then I’m awarded absolutely nothing,” she explains.

  “You cheated?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Her red lips form a pout, and she nods as she tries to look full of regret and shame.

  She sighs. “You know it really wasn’t my fault. Curtis, he’s never around, and a human being has needs,” she whispers as her fingers dip between her extreme cleavage. I feel my cock grow as she continues. “Anyway, the only way that I can get any money from him, is in the form of ch
ild support. I need full custody of our son, you see?”

  My cock completely deflates and almost recoils inside of my body at her words. Fucking hell. I’m a dick, and I’ve been known to be ruthless as shit, in and out of the courtroom, but one thing I can’t stand is people using their kids.

  Unfortunately, I see it all too often in my business. This bitch is interchangeable with so many other women that have crossed my threshold. She no longer holds the appeal that she once had just moments ago. I’ll work for her, but I will not run her child through a nightmare hell, just so she can get some unearned money.

  “Do you have any reason why he shouldn’t have custody?” I ask with a heavy sigh.

  She snorts. “He’s a gambling addict, that enough?”

  “It’s a start. Let’s get this paperwork drawn up and filed,” I grumble.

  * * *

  “That fucking, piece of shit, dickhead,” Meredith screeches.

  I’m sitting next to her. The judge has heard their case, both claiming the other parent is abusive and negligent. Apparently, Mrs. Dunning can’t keep from fucking men half her age, from filling her system with booze, or from popping pills on the regular—a little something that would have been nice to know before I walked into this room an hour ago.