by Alice Ward
CONTENTS
TITLE PAGE
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BOOK DESCRIPTION
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
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
EPILOGUE
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
UNRAVELING THE BILLIONAIRE
RECIPE FOR LUST
A SNEAK PEEK
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BOOK DESCRIPTION
My life. My way. Until she arrives and shakes my reality to the core.
As a former MC member and the best damn bike mechanic in the state, I’ve turned my back on everything my rich family expects of me. I don’t need their money or their expectations. Screw them all. I’m doing just fine on my own.
Until the day my life changes, and I become a full-time single father to a little girl I hardly know. Her arrival creates a tailspin I don’t know how to correct.
Then I receive an offer I can’t refuse from the billionaire family I detest. I don’t like selling out by being a sex symbol for the family company, but it comes with enough money to give my little girl everything she needs.
And, then there’s my corporate babysitter/boss... wow. Ass, tits, and legs for days.
Maybe I can do this father thing. This corporate thing. This lover thing.
If being this close to my family doesn’t destroy me first.
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CHAPTER ONE
Sean
My hands moved easily over the motorcycle’s engine. I didn’t have to think as I adjusted one thing, then another. My mind and body went on autopilot. When a bike was in front of me, everything disappeared and I relaxed into my natural rhythm. It allowed me to escape my reality and truly be myself again.
This fix was an easy one, but it was time consuming. I’d been at it all morning and the sun was baking my neck. I could already feel the sunburn setting in. I tightened a few bolts to make sure everything was in its proper place before I wiped my hands and took a step back. I cranked the engine and listened to the beautiful growl as it roared to life. Grinning, I turned it off and pocketed the keys. The bike looked good, but it could do with a quick rub down. I called Jason over and threw my rag at him. He caught it with a grimace.
“What’s up, Sean?” he asked.
“I’m all done here,” I said. “Give it a quick wash. Nothing too fancy. Just wipe her down.”
“Will do,” Jason said with a nod. He went to work immediately as I made my way to the office and disappeared inside.
Jason was new at the shop. He started riding a few months earlier and was still fresh blood. We didn’t let him near the bikes unless he was washing them. He was itching to learn more, but the boss would have kicked my ass if I let him so much as touch an engine.
“Hey Mike,” I said to the bike’s owner. “We’re about done. I got her up and running for you. Should be good to go now.”
“Thanks, Sean,” he said with an approving nod.
“Anytime,” I said. “Jason’s just wiping her down. You’ll be out of here in a few.”
“You know you’re the only person I trust with my bike,” he said. I smiled, but I was sure it looked more like a grimace. This was a compliment I was used to. Almost everyone who came asked for me.
“I get that a lot,” I said. I walked behind the counter and printed out his bill.
“Listen,” Mike said. “Do you ride?”
“Of course,” I said. What kind of question was that?
“What you got?” he asked.
“Harley Dyna,” I said without feeling. I placed his bill on the counter between us and waited for him to pick it up. He didn’t.
“I run an MC up North. Just a few miles out of town. We could use someone like you.”
My head popped up and my eyes focused on his face. I scrutinized his expression, searching for some sign that he was kidding. He stared back at me. There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes. I cleared my throat and looked down at the bill in front of me. I slid it closer to him and fixed him with a pointed look.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said with a soft chuckle.
“Yup,” I said.
Mike threw a few bills onto the counter and waited for his receipt. I printed it up and handed it to him without a word. When he turned to leave I breathed a sigh of relief, but as he pulled the door open he turned back to face me.
“Listen,” he said. “I don’t know what your hesitation is, but we’re around if you change your mind. We just need a good mechanic. That’s all.”
“I hear you,” I said. “I’m just not interested, Mike. Nothing personal.”
“Alright.” Mike shrugged and stepped outside. The door swung shut behind him and I sunk down onto my stool. I put my head in my hands and breathed slowly.
I knew I had been rude. Mike was a good guy and a great customer. I’d known him for years, but he didn’t know me. Not really. He didn’t know that I’d spent years in a motorcycle club back in Phoenix or that it was the reason I moved to Mesa in the first place. He didn’t know that the club cost me my family, my life, everything. There was no way I could go back to that life. Not now. Not ever.
I checked the clock and saw that it was almost time for lunch. The boss would be here in a few hours and I wanted to make sure I was back before he got there. I stuck my head out into the shop and looked around for Jason.
“Jason!” I called. He ran around the corner quickly. “Hey, I’m getting lunch. Want anything?”
“Nah, I’m good,” he said.
“Don’t touch anything while I’m gone,” I warned. He rolled his eyes and disappeared again.
I tried to push Mike’s offer out of my mind for the rest of the day, but it was no use. I replayed our conversation as I ate lunch and then, again, while I worked on the next bike. When the boss came in and waved a quick hello, I wondered what it would be like to leave this place for good.
Getting back into the life would be stupid. That much I knew, but I couldn’t st
op thinking about what it would mean for me. More money. Less time working for someone who didn’t even ride. My cut on each bike would be bigger. A lot bigger. And I would have more freedom when it came to my work. I remembered the days of being in an MC like it was yesterday. At times, it was great. Better than great. It felt like home. Until it didn’t.
Once the illegal activities got going, I would already be too far in. I wouldn’t be able to get out. Not without a fight. My entire life would revolve around the club. I would jump when they said to. I would do whatever was asked of me, no matter how bad it was. I’d been there before. I’d lived that life. No amount of money or feigned freedom was worth that risk.
Shaking my head, I got back to work on the bike in front of me. It was bright blue and sporty. The guy who brought it in was a young kid. Probably college aged. I knew he hadn’t been riding long because everything about the bike screamed amateur. Not to mention the guy came in wearing a blue leather racing jacket that perfectly matched the bike. No doubt he bought it to attract chicks. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
I was almost done when I heard the sharp tap of high heels behind me. It was a familiar sound, but one I hadn’t heard in a long time. I turned around, my eyes narrowed against the sun. Claire walked up to me with a purpose. She stopped a few feet in front of me and waited for me to stand.
“Sean,” she said. I stood up and took a step backward. It was my instinct to put as much distance between us as possible.
“Claire Holland,” I said. “To what do I owe this honor?”
“Don’t do that,” she said.
“Do what?” I asked.
“Be sarcastic,” she said. “I’m not here to fight with you.”
“No?” That was even more of a surprise.
“No,” she said with a shake of her head. “I’m here about Paisley.”
The name fell heavy on my ears. My stomach twisted into knots, and I shuffled my feet uncomfortably.
“How’s she doing?” I asked, finally dropping my defensive nature. Nothing could soften me like the mention of my daughter.
“She’s good,” Claire nodded. “Her birthday was last weekend.”
“I know,” I said. “I sent her a gift, remember?”
“We got it,” she said. “Thank you. She liked it.”
“I’m glad,” I said.
Claire and I stared at each other for a few seconds, neither of us speaking. I wanted to ask more questions about Paisley, but I kept my lips pressed tightly together.
“So, listen,” she said. She glanced down at the ground. “Paisley’s on summer break now and I put her in some camps. She’s really into swimming and art these days.”
“Art?” I asked quickly.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “She’s really good. She paints.”
I smiled to myself and said, “Camp sounds good.”
“I thought so,” Claire said. “But, I can’t afford it. I know you already sent the check for this month, but I was wondering if you could help me out with this? I don’t need a lot. Just a few hundred or so. They don’t need any more money for a couple weeks, but I won’t have it by then.”
When she finished she looked at me, her eyes darting around nervously. I knew she was afraid I would say no, that I would throw our past in her face and tell her to get lost. She should have known better, though. I never said no to anything when it came to Paisley.
“How much exactly?” I asked.
“Three fifty,” she said.
“Okay,” I nodded. “I can give you two now and I’ll send the rest next week.”
“That’s perfect,” she said. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing.”
I went inside the shop and grabbed my wallet from behind the counter. I counted out the bills quickly and hurried back over to Claire. I didn’t want her hanging around any longer than she needed to.
“Here,” I said. I handed her the money. She tucked it safely in her back pocket and smiled gratefully. “Need anything else?”
“No,” she said, but didn’t move. “Except…”
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately. About our situation. You. Me. And Paisley. She’s not a baby anymore. She turned eight a week ago, and she’s starting to ask a lot of questions. She wants to know where you are. She was never all that interested before, but—”
“Well, that’s no surprise,” I snapped. “Not after everything you told her.”
“I didn’t tell her anythi—”
“The hell you didn’t,” I said. I glared at her dangerously. All I wanted in that moment was for her to disappear.
“I said what I had to say,” she said defensively. “Paisley was so little. She didn’t understand what happened between us. I couldn’t tell her that I…”
“Had an affair?” I offered. “It’s okay, Claire. You can say it. She’s not here.”
“She wasn’t ready to know the truth,” she said simply.
“But she was ready to know about the things I did?” I asked.
“It was just easier that way,” Claire said. “It was the best way to explain why you weren’t around.”
“You mean why you wouldn’t let me be around,” I corrected.
“Sean,” Claire breathed. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
“No?” I scoffed. “You just want more money. Well, you got it. Now go.”
“I want you to see her,” she said quickly. “I think it’s time for the two of you to get to know each other. Now that you aren’t in the club anymore… it just makes sense.”
I stared at her. Anger boiled in my veins. The sun felt hotter than ever on my skin. I couldn’t believe that any of this was happening.
“Claire,” I began slowly. “You’ve kept me away from her for six years, five months, and three weeks. I haven’t seen my daughter in six years, five months, and three weeks. That decision was yours. And I agreed because you were right. I’m not good enough to be in Paisley’s life. I’ve done everything you’ve asked of me. I send you a check every month, and I stay away. What more do you want?”
“I just thought you might want to know her,” Claire said.
“I do,” I nodded. “But you took that away from me, and now it’s too late.”
I turned my back to her and started walking toward the office. I was halfway there when she called out to me.
“Sean,” she said. “Did your dad call you today?”
I stopped and turned to look at her. “No.”
“Not surprised, I guess,” she said. “Anyway, happy birthday.”
She smiled sadly and walked away. I watched her climb behind the wheel of her old car and drive off. I didn’t move until she turned the corner and drove out of sight.
CHAPTER TWO
Tara
Everything was quiet as I walked through the showroom toward the back elevators. The lights were still off, and our employees weren’t due to arrive for another hour, but I always got to work early. Early morning was my favorite time of the day. When everything was still and calm, I felt at peace. I felt like there was no challenge too great for me to handle.
I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the number three. The third floor was where the higher executives worked, myself included. I expected to be the first person in the office, but when I stepped off the elevator, I saw that Ray’s light was on.
“Good morning,” I said, poking my head in quickly to say hello.
“Morning, Tara,” he said with a wave. He barely looked up from his computer. I made my way down the hall to my own office. On the way, I noticed Zach was also here already. It wasn’t strange for Ray to come in early, but Zach was almost always an hour late.
I opened my office door and flicked on the lights with a frown. Zach being at the office before nine was a sign that something was wrong. I slid behind my desk and powered on my computer. As I checked my calendar for the day, I let my mind wander. Something in my gut told me Zach was there for a reaso
n, and I wanted to know what that reason was.
“Tara?” Ray said. He stuck his head partially in my office and knocked softly on the door frame. “Got a minute?”
“Of course.” I smiled and gestured for him to sit down.
“Listen,” he said. “We’re having a meeting this morning. Nine on the dot. Can you send an email to the office letting everyone know to meet in the conference room?”
“Sure,” I said quickly. “Just the execs or everyone?”
“Everyone,” he said. “Well, not the floor crew, but everyone else.”
“On a Friday?” I asked. I just realized what day it was. Things were growing more peculiar by the second. “What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing to worry about,” he promised. “We just have some things to discuss. I want to get everyone’s opinion.”
“On what exactly?” I asked. I didn’t like surprises, and the last thing I wanted was to look uninformed at the meeting.
“We’re making some changes,” he said. “What changes, I’m not entirely sure yet. That’s what the meeting will decide.”
“Okay,” I nodded. I was still confused, but I knew Ray well enough to know I wouldn’t get any more answers out of him.
“Send that email,” he said, standing up and heading toward the door.
“On it,” I said, already turning to my computer. As Ray was about to step out into the hallway, Zach blocked him. Ray stepped aside so Zach could pass by.
“Did you tell her about the meeting?” he asked.
“Yup,” Ray nodded. “She’s sending the email now.”
“Done,” I said as I pressed send. I glanced up to see Zach staring at me. There was a small grin on his face that I knew all too well. His hair was clipped too short and it made his piercing blue eyes that much more prominent. He always looked mischievous, like he was keeping a secret the rest of us couldn’t know. Zach was handsome, but I never found him attractive. Truthfully, he made my skin crawl.
“Thanks, T,” he said, using the nickname I hated.
“No problem, Z,” I fired back with sarcasm. He chuckled and turned to face Ray.
“Dad,” he said. “I have a few things to go over with you before the meeting, if you have time.”
“Sure,” Ray nodded. “Come on. We can talk in my office.”
