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Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)

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The follow up to the gripping first novel by T.L. Swan, Stanton Adore.

Unconditional love, does it really exist or is it an urban myth? What does it really mean?
Do you love someone because of their flaws?
Or in spite of them.
And at what point are the conditions more to bear.
Than the love is worth.
This is what I’m trying to decipher
This is my story.
I’ll let you be the judge

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1

Adrian

“Hi Brigetta. How is he today?”

“No change, love. He still hasn’t left his room. He’s been locked up there since Friday. Go and drag him out.”

I shake my head in disgust. He needs to snap the hell out of it, it’s been weeks. I knock on the door.… knock.… knock.… knock. No answer. I open the door, expecting to be told to go away, just like he has told me every day for the last week. My eyes flick to the television. Jesus, he’s watching porn. Actually, that’s a good sign, maybe he’s returning to some normality. I can’t see him, so I look back down the hall and into his bathroom. No, nothing. My eyes are drawn to the television again as I hear the girl’s voice.… Australian. I narrow my eyes at the screen. Shit, that’s Natasha! He is on his back and she is on top and topless … Oh fuck. I don’t want to see this shit. Why do they film themselves? Then I see it: a bare foot coming from behind the bed on the floor. I frown and walk around to the other side of the bed. To my horror Joshua is lying on the floor, unconscious. My eyes scan the room and I see a tray of cocaine on his side table.

My eyes widen as I put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Oh fuck, he’s taken an overdose!

“Ben! Help! Call an ambulance!” I scream. I drop to my knees beside him. “Ben!” I scream again.

Ben casually walks to the door eating an apple. “What’s up?”

“Joshua has taken an overdose! Call an ambulance.” Ben’s eyes scan down Joshua’s body. He stands still, eyes wide with shock. “Fucking move, Ben!” I yell.

He snaps out of it and runs down the hall, yelling to Brigetta. “Call 911, the stupid fuck has overdosed.” I hear Brigetta scream and at the same time Joshua starts to convulse.

“Oh my God. Hold on.… Joshua, hold on.” I start to panic as fear grips me, then I try to roll him onto his side.

Ben runs back into the room. “Get him on his side,” he yells.

“What does it look like I’m trying to fucking do? Help me,” I scream. We both work together and roll him onto his side, and he has what seems to be another small fit. “What’s happening?” I yell.

Ben shakes his head, “I don’t know.”

I put Josh’s head in my lap as I start to hear my heartbeat in my ears. What the hell do I do? “Go and find the fucking ambulance!” I scream through my tears. Ben nods and runs back out of the room. “Josh.… stay with me. Wake up. You can’t die.…What the fuck were you thinking?”

Brigetta runs into the room and drops to her knees beside him. “Joshua, my boy, it’s going to be alright. You need to be strong, the ambulance is on its way.” She takes his hand and holds it up to her lips and starts to pray as she wipes the hair from his forehead. “How much has he had?” she asks Ben.

He hunches his shoulders, “I didn’t even know he had any drugs in the house. Carson must have left them here.”

“What’s taking so damn long?” I shout. Ben starts doing CPR and I hold my breath. I hear people running in the hallway outside and I realize that the whole house is in an uproar. All of the staff have come inside and are freaking out. I finally hear the ambulance sirens and I put my head in my hands and burst into tears of relief.

They are led into the room by Murray, Joshua’s gardener, and the paramedics immediately start to work on him. I am pushed to the back of the room as they take over. My heart is in my chest and Brigetta and I are crying uncontrollably. We embrace and sob into each other’s shoulders as Ben runs from the room and vomits in the bathroom. Within seven minutes Joshua is on a stretcher and being wheeled through the house and into the back of the ambulance.

And we are left in shock.

Natasha

‘Cabin crew, crosscheck’.

I sit back in my seat and brace myself for the takeoff. Jeez, I hate this. I sort of thought I would be used to this extreme sport by now, but my stomach is in my throat. I don’t know any other twenty-five-year old girls who act like a two-year-old when flying. Max, my right-hand man, is sitting next to me. I have made him sit next to the window just in case.… you know. Glass smashes on impact, so I hear. I give him a weak smile. I have grown quite fond of dear old Max in the last two months. He has been by my side during the most traumatic eight weeks of my life. Joshua left him to guard me when he went back to America. At first, I think it was to guard me from myself and then it was to guard me from Brock, my brother.

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Stanton Adore Read Online T.L. Swan http://www.wownovels.com/stanton-adore-read-online-t-l-swan Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:33:05 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/stanton-adore-read-online-t-l-swan Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Suspense, Taboo Authors: T.L. Swan Advertisement

Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)

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From bestselling author T L Swan, comes a thrilling, forbidden, and romantic ride.

He was the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky.
Joshua Stanton, the very air that I breathed.

We fell in love when we were just seventeen.
And if I had my time again, we would have lived happily ever after.
But things didn’t go to plan, he took a job on the other side of the world, and we parted ways.

Seven years later he has returned, but not as the sweet boy I once knew.
He’s hard, an app developer millionaire, cold and ruthless, and he hates me for breaking his heart all those years ago.

And I’ll never admit it, but it’s still there between us.
The butterflies, the longing stares, and all the goosebumps.

I just have to get through this wedding tonight without going there.
I cannot be left alone with him, not even for a minute.
Because I know.
My very heart depends on it.

Editor’s note, this is a completed Contemporary Romance series

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1

Natasha

His breathing is labored, like he’s gasping for air. My heart races out of control as anticipation of his next move thrills, excites and petrifies me all at the same time. I sigh gently, and my eyes close as I roll my head to the side to allow him greater access to my neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. My god, if someone had told me two weeks ago that I would be here, doing this with him in the middle of the night, in a tent with both sets of our parents only thirty meters away, I would have thought they needed their head examined. I can’t believe it myself. What the hell am I doing? I am way out of my depth.

He smiles into my neck. “Precious girl, can you feel me? Feel how ready you are for me?” He gently and slowly adds another finger into my sex and tenderly takes my erect nipple into his mouth between his teeth and draws his head back. The wet sound of my arousal hangs thick in the air. I take a deep breath as my legs instinctively open wider. My knees bent high, my back arches and my hips gently rotate. My body takes over as I start to ride his strong thick fingers. I bear down, needing more. My wet center is blessed with yet another burst of creamy arousal. His fingers ease in and out, stretching me open, preparing me as he gently runs his open lips back down my neck. His breath is shaking as he tries to control the raging hormones that threaten his undoing. He leans up onto his elbow and looks down at me. “I need this…please…let me make love to you.” He runs the tips of his four fingers over my swollen flesh in a circular motion, grazing my clitoris. My body jerks in response. His forehead rests against mine and his eyes bore into me, then my breath catches as my eyes close. “God, I want you, Tash… please… I’ve never wanted anything so much.” He grazes my neck again with his teeth. My senses are under assault, my brain ceasing to operate.

Mechanical meltdown. “Josh, you feel so good,” I whisper. I grab his face with both hands and slide my tongue into his mouth. He flicks his fingers against my wet clitoris and my breath catches. My body convulses and I moan in a husky voice that is unrecognizable to my ears.

“I can make it feel better, precious…let me.” I place my hand on his forearm to feel the muscles flex as he rides me with his hands, strong, able, pleasure-giving hands. His palm circles on my outer lips as his fingers delve deep to massage the front wall of my vagina, a place only he knows where to find. My eyes roll back in my head and I bring my feet up and place them flat on the ground to bring his fingers deeper. I’m panting, the orgasm so close I can taste it.

“No,” he whispers and removes his fingers.

“Josh, no,” I whisper. “Don’t stop, baby, please I need this.”

“No, Natasha,” he whispers. He only uses my full name when he’s accentuating his point, forcing his will on me. He tenderly kisses me again, his tongue melting my resistance. “We’ve been doing this every night for a week. I’m giving you multiple orgasms.” He gently bites my neck as I smile.

“Hmmm,” I whisper. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No problem, it’s just…tonight…I need, I need…” his breath catches, “…something…something more.” His breath quivers as his fingertips find that spot on my clitoris again, circling with precision. I moan involuntarily and my neck arches, throwing my head back into the pillow. “How does the word penetration sound?”

I giggle into his neck. “Did you really just say that?” He smiles. I know he’s teasing me. “Penetration, really.”

“OK, would you rather I say I’m going to fuck you into next week? Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week? Push into that beautiful tight little pussy of yours with my hard cock?” He growls into my neck as he hears the crude words he’s just spoken. They turn me on beyond words and ignite my already boiling blood. That’s it, the last of my control dissipates. I know I will do anything he wants.

He removes his hand again and dips his tongue into my mouth, kissing me tenderly, loving me. “Presh,” he pleads. Both of our breathing is labored. I close my eyes and make the decision I know is wrong. It’s one that my physical being won’t let me refuse, one that is out of my hands. I crossed that line in the sand over a week ago. Moments pass…more passionate kissing. Every fiber of my body is screaming at me, demanding. I desperately want this beautiful man, needing this connection as much as he does. I mentally kick myself as I hear the words slip from my lips.

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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)

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Lover meets player—by the bestselling author of the Miles High Club series.

It started with a list.

Tired of meeting nightmares, I decided to study the dos and don’ts of dating.

And who better to help me with my master list than the king of red flags himself?

Blake Grayson—neighbor, friend, mischief maker, and player extraordinaire.

He knows how to spot a playboy from a mile away. He is the prime example, after all.

So when he offers to help me avoid Mr. Wrong by sharing what to look for, I have no choice but to take him up on it.

We start a game.

He will become my wingman, and I’ll become his.

He coaches me through my singledom, while I go on his journey of play.

We double-date, eat ice cream at midnight, and laugh.

Boy, do we laugh…

But while I watch every woman he meets fall madly in love with him, I stumble across a major I know exactly why they fall.

Because I can feel it too.

His charm is intoxicating, and damn it, the man is addictive as drugs.

But it’s not happening. I won’t let it.

I’m not that gullible young girl anymore.

Blake will never settle down, and I know in my heart he’s not the man for me.

I have one go at this second chance of happiness, and I am not going to mess it up.

This time, I play by my rules.

Even if he won’t.

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Chapter 1

Blake

“I’m going to book the flights tonight,” I say as I push through the heavy glass door leading into the suit shop.

“No.” Henley sighs. “Do you even listen to me at all?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Antony smirks as he listens.

In a world full of chaos, there’s only one thing that I know for certain.

Family matters, and I’ll do everything in my power to take care of them, even if they don’t want me to.

I walk up the aisle of suits and begin to flick through them, annoyed. “You’re having a bachelor weekend whether you like it or not,” I tell him.

Henley is getting married, and it’s up to us to make sure we go all out to celebrate the occasion, because if Antony and I don’t make this happen . . . who will?

“I don’t need a bachelor weekend,” Henley replies. “I just want a quiet poker night at home.”

“Ugh.” I roll my eyes. “This is why we are never getting married, Ant; damn woman has his balls in her purse. He’s that unbalanced; it’s a wonder he can fucking walk.”

Antony keeps looking through the suits. “What look are we going for here?”

“I don’t know, something weddingish,” Henley mutters, distracted.

“Well, what look do you want?” I snap, annoyed. “White jacket, black jacket, fucking green pants. Fairy. What?”

“What is up your ass today?” Henley fires back.

“You and your ridiculous notion of no bachelor weekend. It’s a rite of passage to go to Vegas to be wild, watch strippers, smoke cigars, and drink all the alcohol.”

Henley curls his lip in disgust. “Strippers could not be further from my mind.”

I exhale heavily and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Are you hearing this bullshit, Antony?”

“Unfortunately,” Ant replies as he keeps looking.

Henley answers his phone. “Hey.” He smiles as he listens. “Yeah, okay.” He glances up. “You two want to go to Marconi’s with the girls tonight?”

“Yeah.” Ant nods as he continues to flick through the suits.

“Nothing better to do, I guess,” I say with a shrug. I’m not interested in dinner; all I really want to do is lock in Vegas.

“Uh-huh,” Henley replies. “Just looking now.” He listens again. “I don’t know, send me a picture.” He twists his lips as he looks around the shop. “I can’t see any.”

“Is that Juliet?” I ask.

He nods, and I snatch the phone from his hand. “Jules.”

“Blake,” she replies. I can hear that she’s smiling.

“You need to talk to your pussy-whipped boyfriend; he thinks he isn’t having a bachelor weekend in Vegas.”

“Good,” she replies. “I’m good with that plan.”

“What is wrong with you people?” I roll my eyes. “I guess you’re having a knitting party for your bachelorette party, are you? Could you two be any more fucking boring?”

“Probably not. Listen, Henley is a big boy. If he wants to go to Vegas, he can go to Vegas; it has nothing to do with me.”

“Ahh.” My mouth falls open, and I put the phone on speaker. “Can you repeat that, Jules?” I point to the phone as I hold it out for the boys to hear.

“Henley is a big boy, and if he wants to go to Vegas, he can go to Vegas,” Juliet repeats.

“Thank you.” I smile. “This is why we are marrying you, sweet Juliet.”

“I’m not marrying you, Blake,” she replies dryly.

“So you think.” Antony smirks as he goes back to flicking through the suits.

Henley holds his hand out for the phone.

“Goodbye.” I end the call and pass him back his phone.

“I wanted to speak to her,” Henley replies.

“Tough, she’s gone and we have things to do.” I walk over to the rack of suits. “I think you need a white jacket and a black bow tie, and we’ll wear black dinner suits.”

“Why black dinner suits?” Ant asks.

“Because I look good in a black dinner suit.”

Henley rolls his eyes, unimpressed.

The salesman comes out of the back. “Can I help you?” he asks us.

“Yes, please,” Antony replies. “Henley here is getting married, and we want him to look as pretty as a picture for his big special day.”

Henley gives Ant the side-eye, and I smirk. “And we’re going to need a white jacket.”

The cool, crisp flavor cleanses my palate; there’s nothing better than a cold beer after a hard, long day.

The restaurant is loud with chatter, and a tantric beat sounds through the oversize speakers. Marconi’s is the hippest bar in town—luckily, because we come here way too often.

My eyes linger on the opposite end of the table, and as Rebecca licks the salt from her margarita glass, I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock.

Her dark hair is up in a high ponytail, her rounded, full breasts peek out of the V-neck in her dress, and as she smiles I’m quite sure that somewhere in the distance I hear a choir of angels break into song.

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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)

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His Christmas List...

The annual collection of Christmas short stories by T L Swan, live to download for a short time only.
Each year two new stories are added to the collection.

His Christmas List features the following short stories,

The Expert
Elizabeth is in the middle of a nightmare.
She has to go to a work conference that her ex is attending with his new wife.
When Kerry her assistant sneakily organises a date for her for the weekend she’s beyond mortified.
Enter Thomas Stone.
Suave, handsome, and experienced. An expert in the field of dating.
He’s handsome and witty, utterly infuriating.
Then things go from bad to worse when they are forced to share a hotel room.
But sometimes things happen for a reason and maybe there’s more to Thomas than meets the eye.

Mr Prescott
Alora’s Christmas is looking up, she’s booked into an exclusive resort in Switzerland to fulfil a bucket list fantasy.
The rules are no names, no personal details, and no contact after.
When she’s introduced to the enigmatic Mr Doe she had no idea that he would turn her world on its head.
After forty eight hours with him, life will never be the same.

Alaskan Jack
When city girl, Holly, took a business trip to Alaska, she was unprepared.
Her assistant called in sick, she missed her flight, then had to drive for hours in the dead of night.
Add to that, a storm, a car accident, and a grumpy saviour, Jack.
When Holly is forced to spend the night in Jack’s log cabin.
She gets more than she bargained for.
Alaska, where the weather is wild, and so are the men.

The Christmas Angel
Zoe never thought she’d be grateful for a flat tyre but when a handsome policeman pulled over to help her… things changed.
Constable Dylan Andrews was every Christmas wish come true.
And when he offered to give her a private escort home, she knew she was in for one hell of a ride.

The Bonus
My name is Grace Porter, and I am the personal assistant to Gabriel Ferrara, CEO of Ferrara Media in New York.
It’s the perfect job, great pay, beautiful office, everything I ever dreamed of, if not for one small detail.
I am utterly and hopelessly in love with my boss.

Merry Christmas my beautiful readers, thank you so much for giving me a chance and reading my books.
You really have made all my wishes come true.

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THE EXPERT

1

Monday Morning.

Elizabeth.

Kerry puts her head around the corner of my door. “Can we go through your schedule for the next few weeks?”

I hit send on my email. “Yeah.” I keep typing. “Can we do it a bit later? I’m swamped.”

“Okay, but I need to book your accommodation for Paris today because everything is booking out.”

I glance up from my computer. “I’m not going to Paris, remember?”

“Um…yes you are.”

“Not possible.”

“Too late, I already accepted the invitation.”

I breathe out, exasperated. I love Kerry, she’s the best PA in the world, but damn it she oversteps sometimes.

“Kerry, don’t play with me, I’m way too busy.” I sigh as I keep typing.

“We need the Reynolds account,” she snaps. “We’re not going to make budget without it.”

“I know.”

“And we want our staff bonuses this year. We’re making budget if it kills me.”

“And it might.” I roll my eyes. “I am not going to the conference in Paris and watching my dickhead ex-husband parade around his new wife while competing with him for the Reynolds account. I would rather eat shit.”

Kerry plops into the chair at my desk, “You know…this little poor me act is getting a little tired.”

I roll my eyes. Here we go.

“I’m not giving poor me vibes.”

“Want a bet?”

I keep typing.

“When you and Graham split the company in two after you divorced, our aim was to take him down. You have always been the brains of the operation, show him how hard we can fuck him and his business up.”

“I know.”

“We are the only two forerunners in the Reynolds account, we can win it. But not if you don’t even go to the conference.”

My heart sinks. “I just don’t think I can go and watch him and Melody….” I shrug.

“Melody is a child who is going to realize that her new husband is a dumb sleazebag.”

“She’s thirty, she’s not a child.”

“Oh please.” She rolls her eyes. “Women don’t even grow their second brain until they hit thirty-five. In five years she’s kicking his ass to the curb and leaving him. And you know where we are going to be?”

“Where?” I sigh.

“Without the Reynolds account because our spineless CEO let her ex-husband win at business too.”

I sit back in my chair. “You’re right, I know you’re right. I really just….” I shrug, disappointed in myself. “The thought of going to that conference that close to Christmas and having to mix with him and all our work associates when he’s there with his new wife is just….”

“Embarrassing?”

“Well just five years ago we were at the same conferences as husband and wife and working together on the same business. Now we’re divorced and own two companies who are in direct competition against each other and he’s got a perky young little replacement for me.”

“So, take a date.”

“Ha,” I explode. “And who would that be?” I scoff. “I hate men, I hate dicks and I especially hate egotistical fuckwits, which coincidentally is the entire dating pool for women my age. So, unless you can organize Santa Claus to be my date I’m not going.”

“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

Friday.

Knock, knock, sounds at my office door and I glance up to see Kerry.

“What’s up?”

She comes in and closes the door behind her and I frown. “Why are you closing the door?”

“Tell me you love me.”

I raise my eyebrow. “Why do I love you?”

“So…Paris.”

“Ugh, can we not talk about that dumpster fire, please.”

“I have organized a….” Her voice trails off as she searches for the right wording. “Chaperone for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“His name is Thomas Stone.”

“Who is that?”

“He’s a doctor.”

“A what, what?” I frown. I’m so confused. “What are you talking about?”

“So, my cousin Marcy is friends with his friend’s wife.”

“Who’s his friend?”

“Cameron Stanton is his friend and his wife, Ashley, is one of Marcy’s best friends.”

I roll my eyes at the million explanations. “Not hard to keep up at all.”

“Anyway…there’s this doctor from LA who….” She wobbles her head around as she tries to word it right. “Helps out professional women like you for weekends just like this.”

“What do you mean?”

“So, apparently he did it once as a favor for someone and he was so good at it and enjoyed it so much that he now does it full-time.”

“Does what?” I stare at her, still confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“He’s an expert in this field.”

“What field?”

“The escort field.”

“The what field?” I gasp, horrified. “Are you on crack?”

“It would work.”

“I’m not taking a sleazebag escort with an STD to a conference as important as this.” I drag my hand down my face. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

“You’re not going to go at all?”

“Not going is better than this option.”

“And he’s not an escort that sleeps with women, he’s not that kind of escort.”

“Oh please,” I scoff. “He’d be banging like a barn door.”

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My Temptation (Kingston Lane #1) Read Online T.L. Swan http://www.wownovels.com/my-temptation-kingston-lane-1-read-online-t-l-swan Mon, 04 Sep 2023 20:22:56 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/my-temptation-kingston-lane-1-read-online-t-l-swan Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Authors: T.L. Swan Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)

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Enter a world of luxury, lust and love with this scorching first title in T L Swan’s provocative and witty Kingston Lane series. The first time I laid eyes on Henley James, I was mesmerized. The chemistry between us was like nothing I’d ever felt. Impeccable suit, dimpled smile. He was charming and gorgeous, sophisticated and suave. He gave me his business card and asked me to call. His dating game was strong; I was gone from his first smile. I’d love to tell you our date was a raging success, but it wasn’t. Far from it. I decided right there on that day that Henley James and I would forever be mortal enemies; I would never think of him again. Three years later, I bought my dream home. I’m so excited to meet my neighbors—that is, until I do. Oh no! What are the chances? It’s him . Still single, still the hottest man alive, and still obnoxiously sarcastic. He saunters around wearing next to nothing and refuses to close the blinds at night. I will not let myself think of him at all costs. It could be my sanity. My temptation is a nightmare.

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Chapter 1

Juliet

“Will you relax?” Chloe says.

Ugh. I look around the huge ballroom. “How did I let you talk me into coming here? I feel so out of place.”

“I bribed you, that’s how. Stop whining. You look hot.”

“True, and you are paying up. Dinner anywhere I want next week, remember?”

“McDonald’s sounds good.”

“Tight-ass.” Chloe is my best friend, whose magical talent is talking me into doing things that I don’t want to do.

“Remind me why we are here again?” I ask her.

“Because I want to have sexual intercourse with Dr. Grayson,” she whispers as she rearranges her boobs in her dress. “You know this already.”

I giggle. “I thought you just wanted to fuck him?”

“That too.”

Chloe is in lust with a doctor who works at our hospital. The problem is, so is most of the female population, and he doesn’t even know who we are.

“Who is that slapper he is talking to, anyway?”

I glance over to the beautiful redhead talking to Dr. Grayson. “I don’t know, but she’s hot.”

“I could take her.”

“Totally.”

The night is a glamorous event, auctions and celebrity trivia, and while I would love to tell you that my mind is on charity, that would be an appalling lie. This is so far from my thing, but I do admit that something has caught my attention: the stranger across the ballroom.

I noticed him the moment I walked in. Wearing a black dinner suit, he’s laughing and talking with a group of people. Dark-brown wavy hair, square jaw, and the biggest dimples when he smiles.

“I’ll get us some more drinks. Same again?” Chloe asks.

“Yes, please.” I watch her walk off to the bar, and then my eyes drift back over to him. He’s very tall, maybe six foot four. Broad shoulders and built, but there’s something about the way he’s talking to his group of friends. He’s all animated and laughing, and they’re hanging on his every word as he commands their attention.

I look around the beautifully decorated ballroom. I’ve never been to anything like this before. A fundraiser for the children’s medical-research wing at the hospital I work at. Nurses don’t usually get invites to things like this, but I’ve become friends with one of the doctors, and he invited Chloe and me to come along. I glance back over to the gorgeous stranger, and for the first time, we lock eyes. We stare at each other for a beat longer than usual, and then, as if perplexed, he tilts his chin to the sky as he takes a sip of his amber drink. Even the way he holds the glass is hot. His legs are wide and his back is straight, dominance oozing from his every pore. I snap my eyes away, embarrassed that I was caught perving. His wife is probably loitering around here somewhere.

I pretend to look around and then glance back to see Dr. Grayson walk over to him. They begin to chat like old friends, laughing and animated.

I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile. They know each other.

It could be double date heaven.

Chloe arrives back with our drinks. “I just saw Helen at the bar, remember her?”

“Not really,” I reply without even trying.

“Yes, remember, she worked in our wing a few years ago.” She continues on this long-winded story. But I hardly hear her. My attention is lost. I can feel his gaze on my skin, sense that he’s looking at me.

Over the next two hours, more of the same.

Every time I casually glance over, he’s staring at me. And the thing is, when I catch him, he doesn’t look away. He holds my gaze in a silent dare, as if willing me to do something . . . just what that is I’m not too sure.

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Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan http://www.wownovels.com/miles-ever-after-the-miles-high-club-5-read-online-t-l-swan Thu, 30 Mar 2023 14:04:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/miles-ever-after-the-miles-high-club-5-read-online-t-l-swan Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Authors: T.L. Swan Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Miles Ever After.
The book of magical endings, featuring extended epilogues for the following,
The Stopover
The Takeover
The Casanova
The Do Over

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

THE MILES HIGH CLUB

THE STOPOVER EPILOGUE

Emily

The elevator doors open and I step out into the foyer. “Hi, Sammia.” I smile as I walk through reception.

“Thank god you’re here.” She widens her eyes.

I giggle, I know that look.

“One of those days, is it?” I ask.

“You could say that.”

“My husband is a grump.”

“You’re a good woman.” Sammia smirks as she turns back to her computer. “He’s in his office.”

“Thanks.” I head down the corridor. I’ve taken the afternoon off work and have come to check on Jameson, something is off.

I’m not sure what’s going on with him at the moment but I can always gauge his stress levels by the way we have sex. The more stressed out he is, the rougher the sex.

We haven’t made love for weeks and weeks and yet we fuck hard every day.

Then yesterday, he went for three runs, one in the morning, one when he got home and then another at 10 p.m. before he went to bed…so I think it’s pretty safe to say, my husband is stressed.

But what else is new?

Jameson Miles is a ball of restless energy, the kind that can’t be calmed with a run in Central Park, no matter how fast he goes.

I knock on his door. “Knock, knock.”

“What is it?” he calls.

Jeez.

I smirk and open the door; I find him staring at his computer screen. “What do you want?” he asks without looking up.

“Human resources sent me up to see you, sir, I got caught watching porn on my work computer.”

His eyes rise to meet mine and he stares at me for a beat. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.”

His jaw clenches as his gaze drops to my toes and back up to my face and he runs his tongue over his teeth.

I’m not playing fair, I’m here for one reason and one reason only.

Desk-fuck my man.

I’m wearing my sexiest secretary outfit, the one that he loves. Gray skirt and silk blouse, complete with suspender belt and crotchless panties.

“And what were you watching?” he replies curtly.

“Sucking the CEO’s Cock, sir.”

His eyebrow rises, he picks up a remote and pushes the button, I hear the door click locked behind me.

“And why would you watch Sucking the CEO’s Cock?” he asks, void of emotion.

“It’s a fantasy that I haven’t explored yet.”

“Is that so?”

“I….” I pause for added effect. “I just always wondered what you’d taste like…. I know you’re married but….” I shrug.

Why is being naughty so fun?

“But what?” he snaps.

“I was just wondering if there was any way I could suck you off, sir?”

He inhales sharply and sits back in his chair; we stare at each other. The air swirling between us.

I love this game.

“This is a media company, Emily. Not a brothel.”

“Yes, sir, I know.”

“If my wife ever found out.”

“She won’t.” I lick my lips and my eyes drop to his crotch. “I swear to you on my life.”

He stands and unzips his suit trousers. “Get on your fucking knees,” he growls.

I drop to the floor as I try to keep myself from smiling, even now. Married to him for over a year, role-playing this is my favorite thing.

Perverted.

He walks over and pushes the hair back from my face as he looks down at me, his thumb swipes over my lips. “You be a good girl and show me what you think about.”

I nod and open my mouth; he drags the tip of his cock over my tongue and I taste the pre-ejaculate as it smears across my tastebuds.

He hisses in approval. “I’m going to fuck your dirty little mouth, Emily.”

Arousal thrums through me.

“And you are going to regret your misdemeanor.” He grabs my hair in his hands aggressively. “Aren’t you?”

“No, sir.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you say no to me?”

I nod, butterflies dancing in my stomach, no matter how well I know this man or how much he loves me, there’s always an edge of danger when I poke the bear.

I nod.

“Big mistake.” He slides his cock so far down my throat that I gag, but that doesn’t stop him. He pushes in deeper until my eyes water.

I pull off him with a cough.

He chuckles. “Don’t bother coughing, wimp.” He pushes himself into my mouth again and again, my hair is gripped in his two hands as he fucks my mouth.

Hard and unapologetic.

Just how I like it.

I imagine what we must look like, me on my knees in his office. Him…riding my mouth. Pumping me over and over to the sound of his labored breathing.

I feel him harden even further and I clench my legs together, he’s going to come without me.

“Suck me,” he growls. “Harder.” His grip on my hair is near painful and next thing I know he pulls me to my feet and bends me over his desk, he lifts my skirt and hisses as he sees my suspenders and crotchless panties. “Fuck yeah.”

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I met him, the man of my dreams.
On the worst day of my life.

Catching my boyfriend out was bad.
Coming of the club in a daze, I stumbled upon a situation which was worse.
Much worse.

And it would have been deadly too,
If he wasn’t there to save me.
My unsuspecting hero.

He was rugged, wild and powerful.
The way he looked at me set me on fire.
He was wrong for all the right reasons, a bad man with a good heart.
And I fell, way too hard.

Things started to go amiss and pieces of the puzzle are missing.
Why was he there that day, who is he really?
I’m so confused.

My head and heart are in a battle to the death.
Do I leave with my head.
Or stay and love with my heart.

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1

In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?

I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in his arms before he kisses her.

The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.

Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.

The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as long as my gut instinct would allow.

I believed that he loved me.

I believed that she loved me.

As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.

This can’t be happening.

My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away from that man.

Why?

Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he jealous?

No, he couldn’t be.

So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.

I had obviously ruined their plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.

Did they have sex in her bed or mine?

How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?

Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.

Even a cock, it seemed.

On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.

Coincidence? I didn’t think so.

I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel room somewhere.

I took my time. I waited.

And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.

He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots… but why the fuck did he have to take her from me?

I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.

My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa. My life changed that day. Mel was happy, confident, and attractive.

More than I was… than I am.

I watch her grind herself against him while he looks down on her seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.

They are not just fucking.

They have feelings for each other.

He kisses her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.

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There were three things that I wanted in life. To dance like nobody was watching. Travel the world. And fall hopelessly in love. Heartbreak was never on my list…. but somehow, I got it anyway. We met at my older brother’s house and instantly I knew that he was trouble. He kissed me, right there in the bathroom without a care in the world. And from that moment on, I was his. We were young, brave and naïve when we met. Sneaking around and falling in love. Giuliano Ferrara was perfection. A beautiful, crazy mistake. With his big brown eyes and his boyish charm. But then the world fell apart and things didn’t go as planned. I never quite forgot him, no matter how hard I tried. Years later, we saw each other again. And by the look in his eye, I instantly knew. The sweet romantic boy I once loved is long gone. In his place, a dominant, powerful man. Who gets what he wants, when he wants it. We can never be together. It breaks my heart that he refuses to accept it. I’m the object of his affection. And what Giuliano Ferrara wants. Giuliano Ferrara takes.
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PROLOGUE

Giuliano, aged 13.

I kick hard and the ball goes careering into the sky, my father stops it with his foot. The afternoon sun is setting and the distant sound of an engine drones in the background. Dad lines it up and kicks it back and I in turn, stop it with my foot.

We’ve done this for hours most days of my thirteen years, play football in our backyard. The engine gets closer and we both turn to look out over the lake to see a luxury yacht sail past.

We read the name on the side of the boat:

Moments

“Nice,” my father says. We both stand still as we watch it, there’s a woman in a big fancy hat lying on the deck, she has a glass of champagne in her hand and a man is standing on the edge looking out into the water.

No matter how many times you see a luxury yacht, which is a lot on Lake Como, you never can’t watch it sail past. It’s tradition.

“It would have been nicer in black,” I announce as I picture the yacht in another color.

Dad nods. “Or navy blue.”

“Yes.” I kick the ball back. “With a better name, written in gold.”

My father smirks as he returns the ball with a swift kick. “What’s wrong with the name, Moments?”

I shrug. “Bit stupid if you ask me.”

He chuckles as he kicks the ball again.

“Dinner is ready,” my mom calls as she walks out onto the back deck.

“Okay,” my father replies, he picks up the ball and we walk toward the house, he puts his arm over my shoulder as we walk. It’s Christmas Day in our house, only it isn’t.

“Why do we celebrate Christmas a day early?” I ask.

His brow furrows as he looks down at me. “I have to work tomorrow, you know that.”

“Every year?”

He exhales heavily. “I can’t help it, son, I’m sorry.” He messes up my hair and continues up the steps. “We’ve had a nice day today, haven’t we?” He pokes me in the ribs. “And you are the most spoiled son in all of Italy.”

I shrug, I could care less about the presents, I hate that he works away for half of the week. This big old house is lonely with just me and Mom here.

“I’ll be back first thing on the twenty-sixth,” he reassures me. “I promise.”

“Can I come with you?” I ask. “I’ll be quiet while you work.”

Dad’s eyes meet my mother’s. “No, son. I don’t want your mother left here alone.”

I exhale heavily and continue to trudge up the stairs.

Dad takes Mom into his arms and kisses her and I roll my eyes.

These two, always kissing and cuddling. They don’t leave each other alone.

“Me and Mom can both come to Milan.” I smile excitedly at the idea. “Yes, can’t we, Mom?” I put my arms around my mother. “That way we could all be together for Christmas tomorrow.”

“Darling….” She sighs.

“Giuliano, enough,” my father snaps. “Your Christmas was today. You know that. We will not have this conversation again.”

My shoulders slump in disappointment and Mom gives me a sympathetic smile. All my friends celebrate Christmas tomorrow…why do we have to have it today?

Why do we have to do everything different?

We sit at the dinner table. “This looks incredible, my love.” Dad smiles as he leans over and kisses my mother, he takes her hand in his and she smiles all adoringly back over at him.

He drops his head. “Father, we thank you for this food.”

I watch him as he says our prayers, he will eat with us and then after we’ve spent time together, we’ll all go to bed and somewhere in the middle of the night he will leave. Like he always does…. I hate his job, it takes him away from us so much.

I just want him to stay home.

Giuliano, aged 18.

“Pick you up in an hour,” Valentino says.

“Okay.” I hold the phone to my ear and glance at my watch. “I should be back by then.” I walk into my wardrobe and take a pair of jeans on a hanger and throw them onto the bed.

“Where are you going, again?”

“My mom is trying to get me a job with some guy she knows.”

“Yeah well, try not to get it, at least until after summer break. Fuck working all vacation, we’ve got plans.”

I smirk in agreement. “As if he’s going to hire me anyway.”

“Giuliano.” My mom’s voice echoes up the stairs. “Lorenzo is here.”

“I’ve got to go. See you soon.” I hang up and throw on my jeans and a shirt. My mom appears at the door, she looks me up and down.

“You’re wearing that?”

I look down at myself. “Yeah, why?”

“I told you to wear something nice.” She brushes past me and walks into my walk-in wardrobe. “

“This is nice,” I scoff.

She throws a pair of black pants and a collared shirt onto the bed. “Not nice enough.”

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In T L Swan’s steamy third installment of the Miles High Club, Kate’s hot new pen pal is a welcome distraction from her horrible boss. But nobody is as distracting as Elliot Miles…and he knows it. My favorite hobby is infuriating Elliot Miles. Just the sight of my boss’s handsome face triggers my sarcasm. God knows how he earns his Casanova reputation—if a million women want him with his personality, what the heck am I doing wrong? Disgusted with my love life, I join a dating app under a fake name. I start chatting to a man named Edgar. He’s not my type and lives on the other side of the world, but we hit off a friendship, laugh and confide in each other. But lately things are getting weird at work. Elliot’s being…attentive. His eyes linger a little longer than they should, and there’s a heat behind them that I haven’t felt before. And then, in the shock of all shocks, he tells me that my vulnerability is appealing. But when was I vulnerable? Horror dawns…Has my boss been reading my emails to Edgar? Damn it, why did I use my work email? Oh no, does he know what I really think of him? I’d rather die than ever admit it. Or, even worse: is it possible that the man I loathe in real life is the man I’m falling for online?
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Prologue

ELLIOT

I stare at the numbers above the door as they go down with each floor I drop; my phone vibrates in my pocket, I take it out, it’s from Christopher.

Warning!

Witch is looking for you.

Fuck.

I stuff my phone back in my pocket and exhale heavily, not in the mood for her shit today. The elevator doors open and I stride out, glance up, and catch her in my peripheral vision. I pretend not to see her and turn toward Courtney, my PA.

“Mr. Miles,” I hear her call from behind.

I keep walking.

“Ahem.” She clears her throat. “Mr. Miles. Don’t ignore me.”

I feel my temperature rise.

My nostrils flare and I turn toward the voice, and there she stands. The most infuriating staff member to have ever walked the earth.

Intelligent, bossy, arrogant, and fucking annoying.

Kathryn Landon, my arch nemesis.

The official wicked witch of the west.

A title well deserved.

I fake a smile. “Good morning, Kathryn.”

“A word?”

“It’s nine a.m. on a Monday morning,” I snap. “Now is not the time for”—I put up my fingers to do fake quotation marks—“a word.”

I swear she spends all weekend brainstorming ways to fuck up my Mondays.

“Make time,” she barks.

I run my tongue over my teeth: this bitch has me over a barrel and she knows it. A complete computer geek, she designed our new software. She knows she’s indispensable and holy fuck, does she ride my ass.

She marches to her office and opens the door in a rush. “I’ll be quick.”

“Of course you will.” I fake a smile, imagine myself slamming her head in the door as I walk through it.

She sits down behind her desk. “Please, take a seat.”

“No, I’m fine standing. You’re being quick, remember?” She raises her eyebrow and I glare right back at her. “What is it?”

“It has been brought to my attention that I won’t be getting my four new interns this year. Why not?”

“Don’t play games, Kathryn, you obviously already know the answer to that question.”

“Why would you give those traineeships to offshore employees?”

“Because it’s my company.”

“That isn’t a good enough answer.”

I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears as I tilt my chin to the sky; nobody riles me up like this woman. “Miss Landon, I don’t have to justify any decisions on the running of Miles Media to you. I report to the board, and the board only. Although, I do have to wonder about your intentions.”

She narrows her eyes. “What does that mean?”

“Well, if you are so unhappy here, why do you stay?”

“What?”

“There are a million other companies that you could go and work for and yet you insist on staying here and complaining about every little thing. I’m not going to lie, it’s getting very old.”

“How dare you!”

“I think you should remember that nobody is indispensable. I’m more than happy to accept your resignation at any time. Hell, I’ll even pay you a bonus to leave.”

She puts her hands on her hips. “I want a written report on the internships you have taken from the London office and the reasons why. Your excuse is not good enough and I will be presenting this issue to the board myself.”

Of course she will. My fury bubbles.

“And don’t roll your eyes at me,” she huffs.

“Kathryn, I need a damn retina transplant from all the eye rolling you cause.”

“Well, that makes two of us.”

We glare at each other and I don’t know if I’ve ever hated someone like I do her.

Knock, knock, sounds at the door.

“Come in,” she yells.

Christopher comes into view, just like I knew he would. He always interrupts my meetings with Kathryn moments before my impending explosion. “Elliot, can I see you?” he asks. He nods to her with a smile. “Morning, Kathryn.”

“We’re not finished, Christopher, you will have to wait,” she snaps.

“We are finished.” I turn. “If you have any more complaints, which no doubt you will, take it up with HR.”

“I won’t be doing that,” she snaps again. “You are the CEO and I will be taking up any issues I have with you. Stop wasting my time, Mr. Miles. I’m more than happy to report to the board on your incompetence. Lord knows there’s enough of it. I want those intern positions returned to the London office immediately.”

“Not happening.”

She shuffles the papers on her desk. “Fine, see you on Tuesday week.”

The board meeting.

I glare at her as I begin to hear my heartbeat in my ears.

Fucking bitch.

“Ahh . . . Elliot,” Christopher prompts me. “We have to go.”

I clench my jaw as I glare at her. “Name your price to resign.”

“Go to hell.”

“I will not be accosted with your trivial complaints every single time I walk through my office,” I growl.

“Then stop making stupid decisions.”

Our eyes are locked.

“Goodbye, Mr. Miles, close the door on your way out.” She smiles sweetly. “See you at the board meeting.”

I inhale sharply as I grapple with control.

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He was gorgeous, older and guarded. I knew he was trouble from the moment we locked eyes. We met at work, on my first day as a barista. He smiled, I melted …. then he tasted my coffee and threw it away. Again, the next day, and the next. He hated the coffee, yet still came back. I knew his game. He called my coffee death in a cup. I called him god’s gift to women. I wasn’t lying. Then we ran into each other outside of the coffee house, and that’s when things got interesting. No longer suave and sweet with impeccable manners. Mr Garcia had a darker side, his appetite, thick and heavy. He set me on fire. Unable to help it, we fell hopelessly in love. The highest of highs. But his demons are dark, as are mine. I’m not sure if we can make it and I know that I have two choices. Walk away now to save myself. Or try and hold on and let love be the light. I choose option two.
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April

The whirl of the traffic spins past at a deafening speed.

People, like ants, conform as they rush along the congested sidewalk.

Morning rush hour in London is always hectic. A fast-paced mecca filled with the busiest of the busy people, and I’m no different, I’m rushing to get to my job at a coffee house.

I’m late, as usual, after studying into the early hours of this morning.

I really need to get a High Distinction on my test this afternoon. Getting a full scholarship for my law degree was amazing but living on the other side of the world from my family and friends now is not.

If I get enough HDs, I’m hoping to transfer back to the United States and study there. At least then I’ll have my family, and being a broke student won’t be so fucking lonely.

I stride up to a busy four-way intersection. It’s packed, and a lot of people are waiting for the lights to change to cross the street. I stand up against the row of shops, waiting, only to glance over and see a man on his knees, disheveled and shoeless. He sits on his knees holding a cup out, asking for spare change from those around him. I take out my purse, damn it, I don’t have any cash on me.

My heart constricts as everyone pretends not to see him, like he doesn’t exist or matter—a stain on society.

How did we become so numb to the homeless and poor? It’s just assumed he’s an addict. That’s how these people justify ignoring him. They think that if they react, then they will be feeding his addiction. They think you have to be cruel to be kind.

I don’t get it; I really don’t.

I exhale at the thought of our depressing reality. One filled with brand names and social media. Everything this poor man is not.

From the corner of my eye, I see a man stop in front of him.

He’s tall, wearing an expensive suit. He looks cultured and wealthy, with black hair and a handsome face.

He stands and looks down at the man.

Oh no, what’s he going to do? Is he going to kick him off the street for begging?

Is he going to call the police? Or worse…

He drops to one knee in front of the homeless man, and my heart constricts.

The lights change, but I’m too worried to walk across the street. I need to see what this guy is going to do. He’d better not drag him to his feet, or I’ll lose my shit.

He’s harmless. Leave him alone.

I get a vision of me kicking the handsome man in the balls in the beggar’s defense.

Stupid, rich twat.

The man in the suit says something, and the homeless man nods. I watch as he reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket to retrieve his wallet, pulls out a fifty-pound note, and he hands it over.

What?

He asks the homeless man a question, and the beggar smiles up at him as though God himself has just bestowed a sacred gift. The homeless man puts his hand out to shake the handsome man’s hand, and he shakes it with no hesitation.

With a kind nod, the rich guy stands, completely oblivious to anyone around him, and he bids him goodbye before he turns and crosses the street.

I watch him walking away, and I smile to myself, my faith in the human race restored.

Wow, that was unexpected. I continue on my way with a spring in my step. I finally cross the street and make my journey via two streets before I walk two blocks, and I catch sight of the man in the suit up ahead again. I crane my neck to look ahead to see him, he disinfects his hands with a small bottle of hand sanitizer that he has pulled out from his pocket.

My heart swells. He waited until he was out of the homeless man’s sight to clean his hands.

Thoughtful, too.

I stop still and watch him, he’s handsome and possibly in his mid-thirties.

I wonder who his wife is, lucky bitch. I bet his kids are kind, too.

He disappears around the corner, and I turn and walk into my coffee shop, listening to the bell over the door ringing out.

Monica looks up from her place on the register. “Hey.”

“Hi.” I smile and walk past her, out the back to put my bag in a locker.

The café is packed with every seat occupied. Damn it, I was hoping for a slow morning. I need to save my energy for my exam this afternoon.

“Hey, chick,” Lance says as he carries a box of cups out the back door.

“I thought you were working tonight,” I frown.

“I got called in.” He sighs. “So not in the mood for this fucking shithole today.”

“Join the club.” I put my black and white apron on and tie it at the back before I walk to my place at the cash register. “I’ll take over.”

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