George cleared his throat. “Very well, I will prepare the guestroom for Ms. Jeffries.”
“Thank you, George,” said Jesse. “Come on, Sin, I’ll show you around the palace.”
“Okay.”
He pulled me away from George, who was still watching us curiously.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, giggling. “I think your butler almost lost his composure there for a moment.”
“No, not George. He’s used to my brother bringing his trollops over.”
“Trollops?”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, his gold-digging, slutty girlfriends.”
I pulled my hair over to the side. “I knew what you meant, goofball. You’re just acting so different now that we’ve entered your parents’ domain.”
“Sorry,” he said, picking a piece of lint off of his light blue Dolce and Gabbana shirt. “Something comes over me the minute I walk into my parents’ home. It’s like I become an entirely different person. Maybe that’s why they don’t have a clue that I’m gay. I just can’t seem to let myself really go when I’m around them.”
I smiled. “Don’t worry, Jesse, I can still see the real you behind those baby-blues.”
“That’s a relief. If I get too stuffy, however, drag my ass out of here.”
“You got it, sweetheart,” I said, grabbing his hand.
***
Michael
I watched from afar as the young couple strolled up to the front of the house, walking hand-in-hand. It was a good thing I’d been keeping tabs on her the last few days. This was the last place I’d have expected to find her.
And with him?
Tightening my grip on the steering wheel, I fought to suppress my rage, although, it was very difficult – the smiles on their faces made my blood boil.
How could she do this to me?
This boy was barely old enough to drive, let alone hold her hand in his, like a familiar lover. It didn’t make sense.
She was mine!
I studied his movements as they knocked on the door and it was then that it hit me.
“Of course,” I said out loud, smiling in relief. From the way he carried himself, any idiot could tell he wasn’t warming her bed at night. They were friends and nothing more. She still fancied me and was obviously waiting for me to make that first move.
In time, my love.
I wrote down the address, and then started my engine. It was time to start the preparations for our new life together.
Chapter Two
Reed
“Is this seat taken?”
I was lounging in the Marina Bar at LAX, drinking a beer and checking emails on my laptop when I looked up to find a gorgeous blonde smiling down at me. She had a ‘come-fuck-me’ stare and a cleavage most guys would do anything to get lost in.
Hooker.
I smiled. “Sorry, don’t waste your time. I’m happily engaged.”
She gave me a pouty look and leaned over the pub table, offering a better view of her tits. “You sure?”
My pants tightened involuntarily. “Yes. Sorry.”
Her eyes raked over me appreciatively, and she licked her glossy lips. “Tell you what, handsome, I’ll give you a free wedding present. It will be our little secret.”
I chuckled. She literally drove a hard bargain. “Thanks, but I really can’t.”
She straightened up and tossed her hair to the side. “Fine, then. Your loss.”
I didn’t even bother to respond as her hips swung angrily out of the bar in search of another conquest. Instead, I shut off my computer and thought about my bride-to-be, wondering where the fuck she was. She wasn’t returning my calls or texts.
Sela.
I’d only known the twenty-three-year-old French model for six months, but she’d seemed to be everything I’d wanted in a woman – beautiful, sophisticated, and an energetic little wildcat in bed. Unfortunately, she was also spoiled out of her fucking mind with a temper that had already cost me thousands of dollars in china and fine art. The last time she’d freaked out, I’d almost called it quits. But then she’d gotten down on her knees and stared up at me with her pouty lips, begging to suck my cock.
What could any red-blooded American guy say, other than, “Oui”?
This week she’d went on another rampage, angry that I’d asked her to fly back to the States to meet my parents. Fortunately, she been on the other side of the world when I’d asked and it hadn’t cost me anything but a headache.
Marriage.
Really, what in the hell am I thinking?
Sighing, I tried calling her cell phone once again, with the same irritating results.
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