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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)

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I ended up with not one man … but two.

I signed up to be a paralegal at Gibson Grant because I wanted to dig up evidence to exonerate my dad. But the partner in charge, Brent Gibson, is a total a$$hole, even if he’s mouthwateringly gorgeous with broad shoulders, piercing blue eyes, and abs like a washboard. That jerk says he’ll help me discover evidence, but only if I learn to take certain “objects” into my sassy form.

What in the world?

But the handsome attorney is serious. First, it’s pens …

Then we move to Sharpies …

Then digits …

And finally, he wants me to try two!

Because now, his law partner is in the room … and I’m supposed to please them both!

I offered the sassy blonde a bargain. Sure, I’ll help Marnie exonerate her dad. It’s not a big deal, except it is because I want to play with the innocent young girl in return. I defile the beautiful paralegal step by step until she’s panting and gasping for air because in the end, she’ll be taking both me AND my friend. Wrong? Depraved? Unfair, even?

Absolutely . But it’ll be one hell of a night filled with taboos!

Holy smokes. What kind of paralegal job is this? But watch as Brent and James guide their innocent young charge through ascending levels of depravity until she’s a shivering, panting mess. Yes, that’s right! One Taboo Night spins out of control, and by the end, Marnie’s in love with two powerful, dominating attorneys who give her a night to remember. Get your iced tea ready because you’ll need a cool drink to keep the temperature down! No swords cross because this is all about her. This book is a follow-up to Massive Size Mountain Man, but all of my tales are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA guaranteed

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PROLOGUE – DIRTY DREAMS

Marnie

The moonlight sliced through a gap in my curtains, painting a silver stripe across my rumpled duvet. It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sounds were the faint hum of the city outside and the frantic, shallow rhythm of my own breathing.

Because in my head, it wasn't quiet at all.

You take us so well, Marnie. James's voice, a low, dark purr, vibrated through my dream-scape. He was behind me, a solid wall of heat, one big hand splayed across my lower back, holding me in place. His other hand gripped my hip, his fingers digging in, branding me.

So tight, so perfect, Brent growled from the front, his own hands tangling in my hair, tilting my head back. He was all heavy, hard chest and a clean, masculine scent, his blue eyes burning into mine with an intensity that made my toes curl. Look at me when I'm inside you, baby girl.

My dream-self obeyed, my breath hitching as they moved in a devastating, synchronized rhythm. The fullness was overwhelming, a deep, stretching ache that bordered on pain but was pure, exquisite pleasure. Every nerve ending was alight, firing on all cylinders, a circuit completed by the two powerful men who had somehow taken over my entire existence.

In the real world, my body followed the fantasy. My hands moved with a practiced, desperate urgency. One gripped the sleek, curved glass of my favorite dildo, easing it into my slick heat. The other, fumbling slightly in the dark, found the smaller, smoother plug, its cool surface a shock against my heated skin. I pressed it against my tightest entrance, breathing through the initial resistance, the sensation a perfect mimicry of James's dominant entry in my dream.

Please, I whimpered, the sound half-lost in my pillow. The plea was for them, for Brent and James, even as my own hands drove me higher.

Please what, sweetheart? Brent's lips brushed my temple. Tell us what you need.

More. I need more.

And they gave it to me. The dream-pace quickened, a brutal, beautiful dance. My hands mirrored their urgency, the dual friction of two cocks in my body building a coil of tension so deep inside me I thought I might shatter. The sounds were wet, obscene, and the most beautiful music I'd ever heard. I could feel it building, the crest of the wave, the peak of the rollercoaster just before the drop.

Come for us, Marnie. Now. James's command was absolute, a trigger pulled directly on my soul.

My back arched off the bed, a silent scream catching in my throat before it tore free.

"James! Brent! Oh god, mmmmm!"

The names were ripped from my body, sharp and clear in the quiet bedroom. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me, so intense it was almost violent. My pussy clenched, my asshole dissolving into powerful spasms as I imagined the two cocks creaming deep inside, filling me with virile, salty spunk.

“Ooooh,” I moaned again, insensate, my curvy body tossing against the sheets. My hands still moved instinctively to draw out every last shock of sensation, the two dildos stretching and fucking my holes slowly, gently, as the ripples subsided.

And then, silence.

The only thing left was the frantic thumping of my own heart and the slick, cooling evidence of my fantasy on my skin and the sheets. The moonlight seemed colder now, harsher. The silver stripe on my duvet looked less like magic and more like a spotlight, exposing me.

I lay there, boneless and panting, the echoes of their names slowly fading in the air. The afterglow, usually so warm and comforting, was rapidly evaporating, replaced by a familiar, creeping dread.

What in God's name was I doing?

My breathing hitched for a whole new reason. Brent and James. My bosses. The two men who held my father's good name, and by extension my own, in their firm, tanned hands. They were twenty-five years my senior, and the name partners at the law firm where I worked. What was I doing, tangling with them?

Because I’ve always thought of myself as a good girl. A girl who does her homework, and who gets straight A’s. But now, I was having dirty, raunchy, filthy sex with my two bosses in conference rooms, in their offices, and even in the shared kitchen once. We were going to be caught, and I’d be ruined. There’d be no way for my dad’s name to ever be cleared.

But even as my breathing retuned to normal, a desperate ache reawakened in my pussy because that’s what Brent Gibson and James Grant do to me. I may be nothing but a sexy little paralegal to the older men, to be used, fingered and fucked to their hearts’ content. But at the same time, I could sense that our relationship was becoming more, pulling all three of us deeper, deeper, deeper … until we’d be lost to the depravity of our actions.

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His Taboo Kiss – Dangerous Desires Read Online S.E. Law http://www.wownovels.com/his-taboo-kiss-dangerous-desires-read-online-s-e-law Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:43 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/his-taboo-kiss-dangerous-desires-read-online-s-e-law Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Erotic, Forbidden, Novella Authors: S.E. Law Advertisement

Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)

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The young woman came to my place to stay because she had nowhere else to go. Her mother had died, and left Jenna in my care. So I did what any honorable man I gave the young girl her own room and free rein of the house.

Payment?

A taboo kiss for each night she’s under my roof.

He didn’t tell me what the taboo kiss was at first. So I figured it was just a joke, except billionaire alpha males don’t joke. Soon, Rick had me breathy and panting because Daddy’s special kisses feel so good … and now, I’m pregnant with his baby!

Wow. Just Wow. It’s another story with a forbidden situation, and this one is filthier than most. Jenna’s mom dies, and asks her boss to take her daughter in as she finishes high school. What she didn’t expect was for said employer to be insanely attracted to the young woman, and soon, you guessed it … filthy, taboo kisses are happening every night! Bring a fire extinguisher because the heat in this story is EXTRA SPICY! This tale is a follow-up to Massive Size Mountain Man, but all of my stories are standalones and can be read in any order. HEA guaranteed

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Rick

Ilook around ruefully at my spacious hotel accommodations. Not only do I have a giant bedroom with an attached en suite, but there’s also a living room with a huge flatscreen on the wall, a full-size kitchen complete with fancy dinnerware in case I decide to entertain, a dining room that seats twelve (again, in case I decide to entertain), and my own private dunk pool in case the resort’s four pools aren’t enough. Not to mention the ocean. There’s a view of the Pacific beyond the jacuzzi, and the horizon is a gorgeous blue that seems to continue forever in a dreamy, tropical seascape. All this for one guy? It’s ridiculous and over the top, but then again, when you have millions to spare, this is what money buys you.

After all, I’m the CEO of a billion dollar cosmetics business, and while it took a while for our first products to get traction, we now sell internationally via a number of different product lines. We don’t just sell our original brand, Tatti. We’ve also acquired brands such as Hey Girl, Drunk Dragon, Katy von D, NuSpace, and our latest, PureScience, in order to appeal to every kind of woman. We peddle everything, too, from lip glosses for pre-pubescent teens to the latest chemical compound promising to turn back time. We’ve also opened a line of medspas branded PureScience in order to complement our beauty products. Women will book a day of relaxation at our locations, and come in for some pampering, nutritious bites, and lemon water. They leave rejuvenated, refreshed, and their pocket books lighter by five figures. Beauty is expensive, and I’m the man selling the good stuff.

But with the good stuff comes the good life, and I like to show my gratitude. After all, running a conglomerate like Tatti means that I have to hire the right people, and as a result, Tatti doesn’t hold back when it comes to executive retreats. This year, we’ve booked the King Wailea Resort on the Big Island, and it puts the fictional White Lotus to shame because whereas the White Lotus was certainly luxurious, there were other guests present. By contrast, Tatti has booked the entire “Royal” section of the resort so that we don’t have to mix with other travelers. Everyone in this area is a Tatti employee, and we’re living it up.

But it’s fine because again, I didn’t get here by myself; I stood on the shoulders of others. The first being my grandmother, Tatti Purdy, who founded our business back when she was a young woman working the makeup counter at Lord and Taylor. Then, over the years there were a series of trusted advisers and executives who grew Tatti until we got to where we are today: a billion-dollar conglomerate recognized the world over, with no real competitors. Sure, there are the drugstore brands, and there are a ton of European wannabes, but there’s no one like Tatti. We effectively control the cosmetics market with our broad range of products; multiple lines; and subtle, yet effective marketing. It takes a lot of people to run a ship this big, and the executive retreat is where we show our appreciation.

But still, I get sick of these things because as CEO, there’s a lot of wining, dining, and networking to be done. I don’t know why people think that the top dog position is one where everyone caters to you, when I generally find it to be the opposite. Instead, I’m constantly talking to people, be it investors, analysts, employees, or competitors. I constantly have to be seen, and I constantly have to work on behalf of my company. An executive retreat is no exception, either, because it’s time for the top-level executives to show their benevolence and gratitude, and as a result, it’s even more important for me to see and be seen while pressing the flesh, a mega-watt smile on my face.

Clearly, the job follows me wherever I go, and as a result, the only time that I have to myself during jaunts like these is the early morning. It’s the only period when I don’t have a breakfast meeting, lunch meeting, cocktail hour, dinner tete-a-tete, or late evening drinks. Six to seven a.m. is the golden hour when I have privacy to enjoy the luxuries of the resort without being on the clock, and as a result, I grab my swim trunks and towel before heading off to the resort’s largest pool.

The day is still misty grey as I wend my way on a stone path, but I know the Hawaiian sun will show itself in a few hours. Now, however, the resort is relatively deserted, with just a few staff smiling as I pass, and I amble without hurry to a giant infinity pool situated in the far northern reaches of the resort. Hopefully, no one’s here and I’ll be able to get in a swim and a soak uninterrupted.

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Phoenix Rockstar Read Online Bella Jewel http://www.wownovels.com/phoenix-rockstar-read-online-bella-jewel Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:21:01 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/phoenix-rockstar-read-online-bella-jewel Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Biker, MC Authors: Bella Jewel Advertisement

Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)

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Originally released under my pen name, Bec Botefuhr. Rewritten, revised and revamped!

Violet grew up in a world of bikers, rough men, and broken homes.
The only constant in her life was Travis — her best friend, her safe place, her first love.
They survived childhood together… until he disappeared.
No goodbye. No explanation.
He went on to become a famous rockstar, something she always knew he would be.
The Travis Phoenix.
To the world, he is a superstar, but to her, he is and always will be the boy next door who stole her heart.
Now he’s back, and every old feeling she desperately pushed down, comes rushing back.
She isn’t the girl he left behind anymore.
Life has changed and shaped her.
And she’s not sure she’s what he wants anymore.
Because loving Travis was easy.
Surviving without him was harder.
But letting him back in?
That might just break her

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PROLOGUE

I STAND IN THE PALE morning light filtering through the sheer curtains of our uptown Los Angeles kitchen, my gaze tracing the delicate curve of my mother’s cheekbones and the soft swell of her full lips as she fixes me with that familiar disapproving look. The polished granite countertop presses beneath her elbow, and she tucks a glossy chestnut bang behind her ear with a restless fingertip.

“Do you have to go this weekend, baby?” she asks, voice pitched just high enough to betray the worry behind her pretty pout.

Every Saturday morning unfolds the same way—her anxiety rising with the steam from the coffee pot, mine rising in defiance. My parents have been separated since I was little, and yet each Friday afternoon I pack my bag and drive south to my father’s club, the Phoenix Devils MC. I haven’t managed to get my life together enough to move out yet, even though I am old enough, so while I remain under my mother’s roof I follow nearly every rule she sets—except this one.

It matters to me that I keep a relationship with him, even if it bothers her. It’s not like I’m a child and this is a custody agreement, no, I go by choice because I want to, because he matters to me, and because...well...I need him.

“Mom,” I say, drawing in a slow breath to steady the flutter in my chest. The scent of vanilla creamer and sizzling bacon drifts through the air as I fold my arms. “I love spending time with Chief. You know that. He has never put me in any danger. Why are we always having this conversation?”

She presses her lips together and chews the inside of her cheek so hard I can see the faint hollowing beneath her skin. The tension in her jaw reminds me of its unwavering presence each time I mention my weekend plans.

“Your father’s world is dangerous, Violet. I don’t doubt that he would do whatever he could to keep you safe, but the fact of the matter is, it’s still a dangerous world and I don’t like you being in it, especially now you’re older. What if you got hurt, or worse?”

I step closer, my boots scuffing softly on the tile. “I’ve spent every weekend with Chief since the two of you split. Have I ever come home with a scratch?” I lift my chin. “Have I ever done anything to let you down, or make you think I can’t handle myself?”

Her blue eyes hesitate, then she shakes her head. “No. But you’re grown now, and those men...”

I wave a hand, halting her before she can spiral into more what-ifs. “Those men have always treated me like a princess. I’m twenty-three, Momma. I need to make my own choices. I respect you, you know that, but this is important to me, and I want to see him.”

She exhales behind her teeth, a sound like paper tearing. Finally, she nods, her shoulders slumping in reluctant surrender. “Alright. I won’t push you. I know why you want to go, but please be careful.”

“I’ll text you every day,” I promise, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “If anything happens, I’ll be in my car and driving home, no hesitation. I promise.”

She glances toward the door. “What about Caden? I thought he was in town and was going to give you a lift?”

She will never call my father Chief, which is what everyone else calls him. She outright refuses.

I force a smile, letting my fingers drum against the counter. My mother’s deep-seated fear of the club bleeds into every question. “He was, but he changed his plans so I’m going to drive now.”

She frowns but doesn’t argue. I will never quite understand where her fear lies, or why she’s so cagey when it comes to the club and my dad. She has told me small amounts of their story, but never enough to help me understand.

Maybe one day she will.

“Is Jaq going to be there?”

I snort, picturing my father’s girlfriend—sharp features, manicured nails, a permanent smirk. “Sadly, she never misses a chance to insert herself.”

Her lips press into a thin line. “I can’t believe he’s still with her.”

I nod with quiet amusement. “Me either. She’s such a slu...”

“Don’t finish that sentence. They might talk like that at the clubhouse, but you don’t talk like that here.”

I bite back a laugh and bow my head. “Sorry, Momma. I can’t help it. She’s not good enough for Chief. He’s all dangerous and handsome, and she looks like a drag-queen imposter.”

Her stern expression melts, and laughter bubbles up between us. “I love how you put things.” She reaches out, brushes my shoulder. “Only you were ever good enough for him.”

Her voice softens, heavy with memories. My mother—the high-school valedictorian raised on country-club privilege—had once been the one and only love of my father’s life. But he chose a dangerous path she couldn’t follow, so she took me and fled. That’s as much as I know. She never goes deeper.

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Half Buried Hopes – Jupiter Tides Read Online Anne Malcom http://www.wownovels.com/half-buried-hopes-jupiter-tides-read-online-anne-malcom Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:20:24 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/half-buried-hopes-jupiter-tides-read-online-anne-malcom Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary Authors: Anne Malcom Advertisement

Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 170878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)

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HANNAH
Beau Shaw is a Grade-A jerk.
Working for him is hell. Living under his roof is worse.
If it weren’t for Clara, the little girl who’s stolen my heart, I’d have walked away a million times over. But I can’t leave her. She’s given me warmth, magic, and a home I never imagined, even if I’m only the nanny.
That’s a fact Beau reminds me of every day. He shows me what I am—an intruder in their fragile little family.
They’ve only just caught their breath after years of drowning, battling a disease that almost stole Clara’s light. That battle took whatever heart Beau Shaw had and morphed him into what he is now.
Hating Beau should be easy. Instead, behind his icy glares I see a father who almost lost everything—and a hunger that lights me on fire.
If he touches me, we’ll both be ruined.

BEAU
Hannah Morgan is off-limits.

She’s too young. Far too good for me. And she’s my daughter’s nanny.
Hiring her was my first mistake. But the smile she put on my daughter’s face ripped away all notions of self-preservation. I’d destroy myself a million times over to give my daughter an ounce of happiness. Because there was a time, not too long ago, when I thought her smiles were numbered. I’d count her breaths, wondering which would be her last. I still live in the darkness of those days.

Hannah Morgan brings sunshine. Hope. But I can’t let myself want her. Can’t let myself hope sunshine is something I deserve. Make her hate me. That’s the goal.
Every day she’s in my house, I lose my grip. She’s stubborn, brave—she’s magic.
I can’t have her. I shouldn’t want her.
And if I take her … I’ll never let her go

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one

HANNAH

I woke up dreading the day.

A stone—thick, hard, and cold—had settled in the pit of my stomach the moment I woke. The sheets were soft and comfortable, the comforter plush and cozy. My surroundings were bare, but they were clean. I felt safe. I was safe.

My belly didn’t pang with hunger pains from missing meals the day before.

There was a hot shower waiting for me in the adjoining bathroom.

There was a little girl down the hall who made me smile, who lit up my world.

All of these things should’ve meant I awakened happy, especially given my past. Growing up, my sheets were thin, scratchy, cheap, and rarely clean. I was always cold, hungry, and afraid. In my young adulthood, in a different house, I woke up next to a man who smelled of booze and who was unpredictable at best, dangerous at worst.

Yes, waking up in a small, comfortable, warm house in Jupiter, Maine, should’ve been a treat for me. I should’ve been dancing for joy that my job was literally hanging out with the most wonderful little girl in the world.

But there was a catch.

In my experience, there was always a catch.

This catch was mild, most would say, considering my past. Yet the stone in my stomach was ever-present, dread heavy in my bones at the prospect of facing the day.

Of facing him.

I hated my boss.

I didn’t make a habit of saying I hated anyone. Well, except the people who deserved to be hated.

Kim Jo Hung.

Hitler.

Scumbags like them.

Not the people I interacted with daily—the driver who cut me off, my sister-in-law who controlled my brother and subtly insulted my outfits and general personality whenever we were together—even my ex-husband.

To describe them, I would’ve used the term strongly dislike. Maybe even punctuate it with some creative profanity.

But hatred was not a feeling I let myself possess. Anger corrodes the vessel in which it is held, and the same could be said about hatred. I’d seen it turn my mother bitter, sick, and cruel. I couldn’t say I didn’t get plenty angry at people, especially those on the previous list. But I never felt like I hated them.

Until Beau Shaw.

My boss.

The unbearable asshole.

Who, for whatever reason, decided he didn’t like me the second he saw me and made it his duty in life to be unpleasant whenever we were stuck in the same room. Considering my job was to be his daughter’s nanny and live in his home, we were stuck together pretty fricking often.

Usually, nannying was about looking after children while the parents were away, but Beau didn’t abide by conventional rules. He was often here, hovering, watching me.

At the beginning, I got it. Clara was only four and recovering from leukemia then a bone marrow transplant. She needed to be in intense quarantine; she was vulnerable. So I gave Beau and his assholery a lot of grace.

Of course, he wasn’t going to be all sunshine and rainbows when he’d just spent years of his life watching his little girl fight an unbearable illness. That kind of thing scarred you, disfigured you in ways that I couldn’t comprehend.

I reasoned that’s what made him an asshole.

Then Clara got better and better, words like remission and cured were used. She would soon be able to go to the playground, interact with children, be a normal little girl, and still, Beau’s behavior continued. He wasn’t overly pleasant with anyone but his daughter, and it seemed his true ire was reserved for me.

Granted, we spent a lot of time together these past months, given Clara’s need for strict quarantine for sixty days after her transplant. Though Clara was responding to the treatment exceptionally well—she was stronger than anyone expected, a recovery that could be recorded in medical journals—I was going through hell having to be in such close quarters with such an unpleasant, albeit handsome, man.

Any time I entered a room, he glared at me like I was doing him a personal disservice by existing. He spoke to me as little as possible, keeping his words clipped, his eyes cold and harsh. Whenever I did something wrong—which apparently I did by breathing—he was quick to reprimand me. Shame me.

Again, the time right after the transplant was highly stressful and worrisome, so I’d given him a lot of leeway. More than he deserved. But it had been long enough. Clara had been cleared to go outside, interact with a small number of people, and she had a birthday party coming up—if weather allowed. There were plenty of reasons to be hopeful. If not happy then at least pleasant. But Beau was not.

I was eventually forced to acknowledge Beau for what he truly was. He wasn’t an asshole because his daughter was sick. He was just an asshole.

Quitting was the obvious option. Except despite his assholery, he paid well. And offered benefits. Since my ex cleaned me out, I needed the money. And the benefits. And the place to stay. It seemed offering the live-in option physically pained him since he didn’t like the company of anyone but his daughter and definitely didn’t like me, but that was handy too. I didn’t have the money to throw away on rent, especially in Jupiter, Maine. It was small and quaint, with very few rental properties in my price range.

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We Are Yours Read Online M. Robinson http://www.wownovels.com/we-are-yours-read-online-m-robinson Sun, 07 Dec 2025 21:07:12 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/we-are-yours-read-online-m-robinson Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Erotic, Suspense, Virgin Authors: M. Robinson Advertisement

Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)

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From Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author M. Robinson comes an angsty, forced proximity love triangle where secrets test brotherly bonds and music brings them together, only to have destiny threaten to tear them apart.

I’ve loved two men in all my life.
Two extremely different men.
Where Julius and I blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven and I stemmed from nothing
but hatred. A very thin line exists between love and hate, and I crossed it with both.
I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, and with different words
and actions. Cause and effect has always been our problem.
This isn’t just a love triangle between the two men I love.
It's worse.
Because misery is the only certainty when you're in love with two brothers.
And now I'm faced with the impossible choice. Though nothing could’ve prepared me for
the devastation when they both declared, “We are yours.”
Then, all in one breath, they begged…

“Now… say you’re mine.”

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Prologue

Isla

I’ve loved two men in all my life.

Two very different men.

There was no confusing them.

Where Julius’s and my relationship blossomed from a loving friendship, Kraven’s and mine stemmed from nothing but hatred.

But love and hate were a very thin line I inevitably crossed with each of them. It was this tightrope we spent years dancing around…

Just waiting.

Breathing.

Living in these moments in time that would eventually become memories of our love stories with the choices of our pasts growing vines that felt like thorns of a rose you’d rip from a garden. The kind that would wickedly prick your finger and draw your blood to protect itself.

Its beauty.

Its scent.

Its vibrant red color.

Every rose told its own story of survival, each thorn served its own purpose until the petals faded and withered away before falling to the ground. I told myself I fell in love with each of them at different times, in different ways, with different words and different actions that held their own praise.

Cause and effect were always our problem. This slippery slope we skated across was on very thin ice, and it only became more hazardous as time went on.

Especially when they both admitted…

“Nothing hurts more than the woman we love, loving someone else in the same way she loves you too.”

You see, this wasn’t just a love triangle between two men I loved.

No…

This was deeper.

Harder.

More tragic.

This would inflict misery no matter the outcome.

A domino effect.

Because this was a love triangle between two brothers instead. I was always the one smack dab in the middle, the one who had to make the ultimate choice, the one they had to share.

And nothing could have prepared me for the impact when, together, they declared, “We're yours.”

* * *

Then, all in one breath, all in one second, they pleaded…

* * *

“Now… say you’re mine.”

Chapter

One

Isla

The beginning of all that truly mattered.

* * *

“You ungrateful little shit!” Mr. Bates seethed, slamming his fist down on the wooden table beside him.

The flimsy wood rattled wildly, and for a few seconds, I let it provide a false sense of security, like the soothing sound of your favorite lullaby. I took comfort in knowing what would happen next, so when he gripped the collar of the only jean jacket I owned and instantly jerked me toward him, I was expecting it.

“I’m done with your bullshit!” he spat too close to my mouth. “Do you understand me?”

He reeked of vodka. It seeped out of his sweaty pores. He’d been on a bender for the past two days, a strict liquor diet that he and his wife loved to live by. Staying out of their way was just a typical day for us. By now, I was used to this nasty treatment, and I knew he wouldn’t grant me any mercy. He never granted anyone mercy.

Especially us foster kids.

I hated him. Her. All of them. All the houses were the same, just with different faces. It all blended. All mean. All violent. Barking orders left and right. Most of the time, it was a living, breathing nightmare that held us hostage against our will. Where we could never escape, never fully wake up, never get a moment of peace unless we were left alone, and even then, that wasn’t very peaceful.

I experienced it all.

Every vicious word.

Every blow to my body.

Every whimper I heard.

Every sob.

Every time someone begged, surrendered, or gave up, they prayed to God to make them stop.

Someone should have done something, though no one ever did.

I braced for the painful impact that would inevitably come, and still, it hurt like hell when he hurled me onto the same unsteady table that hadn’t stopped rattling. This time, it wasn’t my body that broke my fall. No, it was my face that slammed into the corner of the table first, slicing my eyebrow before the top of my body crashed into splintered wood.

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Mae Blake couldn’t believe what she had just done. She never went to the bar, and she never had drinks. Not that she could blame alcohol for this. She was very much sober when she went home with the town’s bad boy. Caleb Dowd was known for sleeping with and leaving women. It didn’t matter that she'd had a crush on him all throughout high school. He did not settle down, and Mae had just given this man her virginity.

Caleb had wanted Mae for a long time. Knowing he was the only man she’d been with, there was no way he was going to let anyone else have what now belonged to him. He was not ashamed and he was going to keep on chasing her.

All Caleb wanted was to settle down, to have a life with Mae, but his reputation could threaten to tear them apart. He was not willing to give up without a fight. They are perfect for one another. And he had a plan.

But will Mae finally say yes?

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Chapter One

Mae Blake felt her heart pounding as she watched Caleb Dowd walk into her shop. Last night had been a giant mistake, and she couldn’t even blame it on alcohol. She only had one drink—one freaking drink—and she had done the walk of shame that very morning.

She had quickly washed the night away, and then came down to open the shop, while not really thinking about what it all meant to be opening. She had snuck out of Caleb’s house last night.

It was still surreal to her that she had lost her virginity last night, at thirty years old. Yeah, she knew it was a little crazy to still be a virgin at that age, but it was just something that had been out of her control. Or at least, until last night.

The whole night was like a dream to her. She didn’t know how she made it to Caleb’s home, and of course how they then had sex. Lots and lots of sex. He’d been so incredibly sweet and kind, and it had been one of the best nights of her life.

Then, reality had set in, because it had just been sex, hadn’t it?

Mae didn’t stay at the front desk, and quickly moved between the stacks of books, all while peeking through to see if Caleb had taken the hint and left. It was a little after ten, and so far, she didn’t have any customers. She was all alone. This was so stupid, sneaking around her own bookstore.

“Mae, I know you’re in here,” Caleb said.

Why did his voice have to sound so good?

She stayed quiet, because maybe if she was silent, he’d get the hint and just leave. Of course, there was no such luck, and she heard him moving between the stacks. Spending all her life in this bookstore, helping her grandfather, she knew exactly where she was going, but somehow, Caleb seemed to know as well.

Before she realized what was happening, she had been pressed up into a corner with no way of escaping.

Caleb wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed her hands above her head. “I finally caught you,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

He tutted. “You know, I don’t like when a date sneaks out without even a backward glance.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking a—” She didn’t even get to finish as Caleb took possession of her lips, and all thought fled her mind.

Mae wasn’t going to kiss him, however, his kisses were so damn addictive, and there was no way she could say no. Kissing him back was the only option, especially as he ran his tongue across her bottom lip, and she moaned.

Caleb let her go and sunk his fingers into her hair with one hand, and with the other, he ran his hand down and grabbed her ass, making her moan. She felt the hard ridge of his cock as it pressed against her core. There was just no thought left for her. She belonged to him in that moment.

Even as reality set in, she tried to think of reasons not to kiss this man. The resident bad boy. He didn’t have the best reputation, and it kind of scared her. All the women wanted to date him, including the married ones. He was every woman’s wet dream, and there had been rumors about him helping wives cheat on their husbands.

Caleb broke the kiss and she pulled away from him.

“You can’t do that,” she said.

“I can’t? Are you going to tell me you didn’t want my kiss?”

Mae had never been a liar, and she was not going to start now. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Well, Mae, I find it hard to believe you snuck out on me.” He gave a little tut.

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Addicted to the Bad Boy – Heartless Bastards Read Online Jenna Rose http://www.wownovels.com/addicted-to-the-bad-boy-heartless-bastards-read-online-jenna-rose Wed, 29 Oct 2025 22:15:49 +0000 http://www.wownovels.com/addicted-to-the-bad-boy-heartless-bastards-read-online-jenna-rose Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Virgin Authors: Jenna Rose Advertisement

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She’s rich, royal, and promised to someone else.

I fix motorcycles, but when Mira walked into the shop, I was a wreck. She’s a Coolidge, royalty in this town–way too good for a lowly biker guy like me. She’s also too sweet, too soft, and too perfect to be marrying some rich jerk her dad handpicked for her.

Now it’s my job to save her and make her mine forever.

I don’t care if he family is loaded and powerful, and I don’t care about the perfect little future her father has all laid out for her. Mira looked at me like I was the one she’s been waiting for, and now I’m going to tear the world down to prove she’s right. Even if it involves digging up secrets that were never meant to come to light…

AUTHOR’S Addicted to the Bad Boy is the third book in the Heartless Bastards series. They are all standalones. Read them in any order you choose! No cliffhangers, no cheating, just one over-the-top blue-collar hero, one forbidden rich girl, and a sweet, dirty romance with a guaranteed HEA

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FINN

“Goddamn, would you look at that sexy lil’ baddie?”

I lift my head from the custom four-stroke I’m building and glance over at Grady, who rubs his crotch and groans. He’s looking at the garage door where a gorgeous girl stands, looking like she’s here for a photoshoot.

She looks like a goddamn model, with streams of wavy chestnut hair flowing down across her full, buxom chest. Blood pumps instantly to my cock, and I bite my lip, picturing what it would be like to grab a fistful of her locks with my greasy hands and tug while I pumped her hard from behind.

Could a delicate little thing like her take all my inches?

I highly doubt it.

Her slim-fit, khaki pants hug her hips like they were made for her and taper down her long legs to a pair of clearly expensive heels. She’s obviously rich and looks as out of place here as a diamond in a junkyard.

She looks across the garage for someone to help her, and when her hazel eyes meet mine, I’m instantly woozy. My cock swells under my jeans, and I reach for my water bottle and gulp half of it down in one swig.

Christ, who is she? And how’s she doing this to me?

I’ve never taken Viagra, but I hear this is what it does to you—just makes you instantly hard whenever you get turned on. I thought I had enough self-control to keep my libido in check. In fact, I’ve never had much time for the gentler sex. I just turned thirty, and people keep asking me when I’m gonna find a “good girl” and settle down.

Until now, the answer was a resounding “never.”

But that’s changed. I think I just found her.

There’s a look in her gaze, like she’s hiding something, concealing a secret, and when she turns to the office, I feel abandoned. Like she’s already betrayed me. Fuck, what the hell is happening?

“Time to lay on the rizz,” Grady chuckles, rubbing his hands together while licking his lower lip. Grady is, and always will be, a lady’s man. He’s a bike mechanic from Chesterville, but girls chase after him like he’s Timothee-goddamn-Chalamet.

Out of nowhere, my jealousy and protective instincts flare, and I have to stop myself from driving a fist into his gut. Instead, I hold out my wrench to block his path. There’s no way in hell I’m letting Grady anywhere near this angel.

“I got this one,” I growl. Grady acts like he wants to argue but sees the anger in my eyes and backs off.

“Hey, whatever you say, boss.” I’m not the boss. Slate is. Grady just likes to call me that like we’re friends. We’re not.

The gorgeous princess is brushing her hair nervously behind her ear when I walk up. I hear her breath hitch as she starts to speak, causing her to clear her throat with an adorable little cough. My cock twitches again, already painfully hard beneath my grease-soaked denim.

Now that we’re close, I see that her beauty is on another level, the definition of perfection. Full lips, big eyes, slim-thick, and dressed like she’s on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. Those designer clothes would be covered in grime and torn to shreds if I had my way with her. I bet a royal-looking girl like her has never been fucked like she deserves. She probably doesn’t even know what those hips were built to do. If I’m this hard now, I know I’d go at least three rounds with her, filling her with my cum until it was dripping out and she was nearly passed out, moaning my name over and over.

I realize I’m licking my bottom lip like a hungry dog and quickly nod to her car, a high-end Mercedes, parked out front. “Yours, I assume?”

“No—well…I mean y-yes,” she replies. She’s stammering for some reason. Is she afraid to be here at this down and dirty garage? Or is it something I’m doing to her?

“Didn’t steal it, did you?”

“No! It’s my—sometimes it starts, sometimes it doesn’t.”

I nod, but I barely even hear her. My mind is swimming with thoughts of the terrible, filthy things I want to do to her. Her expensive outfit is like an invitation, begging me to strip her naked and ruin her.

But what would this upper-class piece of ass want with a greaser like me? I bet she’s got a roster of Ivy League frat boys and Olympians at her beck and call, Harvard boys wearing blazers and Polo shirts, discussing their families’ plans for world domination.

Guys like that don’t know how to handle a woman like this. It’s like those douchebags who buy a sport bike, then only ride it around town, never truly pushing the engine to its peak. A woman like this needs rough hands, vigor, passion, and a hunger to please. Christ, I’d bury my face between those thighs for hours and never come up for air.

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Niki

I’ve been hustling for as long as I can remember. Making sure my family is safe is my top priority which is why I joined the Riders in the first place. They gave me aid at my lowest and I trust them. It’s a hard and dangerous life but it works for me. At least it did until I met Andy and now all my thoughts are filled with her. I want her. Forever.

Andy

I’ve been hustling longer than I can remember. My mom is in a downward spiral. The bills keep piling up. Between taking care of her and making sure I graduate high school with honors, I don’t have time for even friends let alone boyfriends. I can only rely on one person and that’s me. This rough rider isn’t going to change my mind even though he’s more attractive than sin and I can’t keep him out of my head. I want him. Forever

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NIKI

Sometimes violence is the answer.

That’s a recurring thought I have whenever a little fist in the gut nets the results I want. Like in this case.

“Here. Take it.” The guy hands me a stack of Bens. Since I’m holding this guy’s head with one hand, I gesture with my chin for my partner in crime, Bam, to count the money.

He hitches up his leg, placing his boot on the rich boy’s back, and then leans his elbow against the propped-up knee. The boy’s breath whooshes out, and he starts to collapse, but I pull his head up.

“You’ll want to watch him count it. Make sure we’re not ripping you off.”

Bam licks his thumb, gives the boy a wink, and rifles through the bills.

“I-I trust you,” the boy stutters. “Keep the extra. It’s a tip.”

“Nah, we run a tight ship. Nothing more. Nothing less. You’ll need the money for your next order. We good?” I ask Bam.

“We’re good.” He taps the boy on the top of the head. “Pay in a timely fashion so we don’t have to have this conversation again.”

I drop the boy and shove my hands into my pockets, ignoring the pain when my raw knuckles scrape against the worn denim.

“Why anyone would start using, I’ll never know.” Bam shakes his head. He says this after every encounter, but to be fair, I think the same thing. Once a drug addict, always a drug addict. It’s great for business. You will always have repeat customers. The downside is that they don’t want to pay as their addiction grows. Once that happens, Bam and I get sent out. You don’t want a visit from us.

At some point, though, Clark stops selling because, as he says, you can’t get blood from a stone. There’s a limit to how much they can beg, borrow, or steal, and once you come up against that wall, it’s our policy to walk away. Some other dealer may pick that addict up and try to shake him down for more, but Clark thinks it’s more trouble than it’s worth.

He came to that decision based on Bam and my feedback. You can pound someone’s head into the concrete, but if they’ve lost it all, they just let you turn their heads into mush, and then what good are they? They’re dead, and instead of a little assault charge over your head, you’re under the microscope for murder.

Our group, I guess it’s a gang, has a few rules:

1. Don’t talk about group business to outsiders.

2. Don’t fuck over anyone else in the group.

3. Don’t do useless acts.

Useless acts include killing an addict for non-payment. A dead man can’t pay his debts.

“Who’s next?” Bam asks.

I check my paper list. We’re old school because tech is too easy to track, and paper, well, I’ve eaten a few pieces, and I’m still alive. “Andy Nunn.”

“That name sounds new.” Bam looks over my shoulder. “A senior from Central Academy. Owes two big ones.”

“Heavy user.” I pocket the list and raise my arm to make sure the bus driver sees us.

Bam groans. “Not the bus again.”

“It’s a twenty-buck ride to Central or a free one with the pass.” I wave my card in his face.

“The buses stink. And there’s always some deranged old man who wants to shove his dick in your face.”

“You must have a fuckable face, Bam. What can I say?”

“Dude. I’m not riding the bus.”

“Great. Pay for the taxi. I’ll see you there. Don’t start without me.” I hop on and swipe my Metro card.

Bam clambers on board behind me, muttering under his breath about how I’m tighter with money than a virgin’s cunt. Probably true, but it’s not like I want to be an enforcer for the rest of my life. Beating up people and taking their money isn’t real satisfying work. At least it’s not something I see myself doing in ten years. Maybe five. I can still see myself doing this in five. Actually, I could see myself still doing this in ten, and that’s what makes me take the bus because I have to change my future somehow.

Bam spends money like it’s tap water: free and always available. He spends it on crazy stuff, too, like shoes that cost a grand and a leather jacket that ran him five cool ones. It’s a fine jacket, don’t get me wrong, but nothing on this earth is worth five thousand. But knocking the shit out of people is fun for Bam, and he plans to do it for as long as he can. We had a run-in with the Pipefitters, a gang that runs the territory between Sixth Street to the south, Fifteenth to the north, and Templeton to the west. The east is a warzone between them and Smoke Crew. Both groups are always vying for power. One of our addicts ran away from us into that no-man’s-land, and we had to fish him out from under the nose of a couple of Pipefitter enforcers who were beating the daylights out of a stray Smoke Crew member who had the unfortunate luck of being caught by himself.

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Shae Marino has wanted Peyton Bride for a long time. He has kept his distance, as he knows how desperate she is to make her parents' failing business work. But, when her sister mounts up a ridiculous amount of debt, he has no choice but to take payment, and he wants Peyton.

Peyton loved her parents. After taking over the bakery, she had no idea how they were able to keep on going. They had gone past the red, and with sister constantly needing money, she struggled to stay afloat. She somehow managed to get by—until her sister needed her.

To save her sister, she must give herself to Shae Marino. She never wants to see her sister again, so she will bargain with him. He can take her virginity, but he must keep her sister as far away from her as possible.

He agrees. She belongs to him, and he plans to keep her.

When trouble comes calling, she turns to Shae to help fix it. Now, there is no turning back. She knows what he is capable of, and it doesn’t scare her. She loves this man, and she will forever be by his side

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“I want to fuck your sister.” Shae Marino stared at a quivering Lily-May Bride as she looked around, trying to see if he was joking.

From the moment she walked onto his ranch nearly four months ago, he’d warned her not to fuck with him. No one messed with him in these parts, because they knew he meant business. If they took money from him, they paid him back, plus interest. He wasn’t interested in anyone’s sob story.

Everyone had a fucking bad time in life. In all his forty years, he had come to realize there were people that had it good, bad, and then worse, and the fact is, if you were really lucky, you only ever had it good and bad. For unlucky people, it just seemed to be a mix from bad to worse.

Lily-May was a bad one, always had been, always would be. She was the older sister of Peyton Bride. Both women were beautiful, there was no denying that. Both had blonde hair, blue eyes, but that was where it stopped. Lily-May was known around town to give it up freely, to bed jump, and even had a reputation for giving men some infections and itches. Also, she had a bad gambling habit, along with being an addict.

Peyton was the complete opposite. Yes, she had long, blonde hair, intense, beautiful eyes, but where Lily-May looked at you and wondered how you could get the next score, Peyton ... smiled. Now, he had never had Peyton smile at him, but he had seen it. She had taken over their parents’ bakery, even managed to pull it out of the gutter and into some profit. He knew, because he knew everyone in Fort. Being one of the wealthiest men in the entire state, if not the entire country, no one could touch him.

He made his money in a variety of ways. Where Lily-May and Peyton inherited a bakery upon their parents’ deaths, he inherited a ranch, along with everything associated with it. On the outside, they were just cowboys without a care in the world.

His father had completely blown his mind, when he was just fifteen years old, and realized there was a hell of a lot more to being a cowboy on the Marino Ranch than he first realized.

It would seem, many, many, many years ago, his great-grandfathers fought for this ranch, made a solid name for themselves, and in doing so, rumor had it, they dealt with the Devil to keep it. The people of Fort didn’t realize that his ranch was the first line of defense all around town.

A long time ago, a lot of people wanted to take this land from his forefathers, along with the people of Fort. It was agreed that anyone living on this ranch had the sole responsibility of taking care of the whole town. Shae had the original document in a sealed case—an agreement between the town and the ranch, insuring no one ever tried to invade, harm, or hurt.

He owned the sheriffs along with the cowboys. The only problem was, Fort was a very beautiful tourist location, which meant there were always many people stopping by. The town needed it as well.

The tourists brought in money and helped many of the shops. Everything worked well. However, from time to time, he did have to kill people. At fifteen years old, he had been riding the fence, because in his heart, he was and would forever be a rancher. That day, all those years ago, his father had no choice but to tell him the truth about the history.

He’d been checking on the fence, to make sure the cattle couldn’t get out or hurt, when he had stumbled on a man—a damn tourist—who had kidnapped a young girl. She’d been fifteen, just like him, and had been fighting for her life, as the man stabbed her repeatedly.

Shae recalled that moment, as if it were happening right now. It changed his whole fucking world. To him, Fort had never been a scary place. He loved the town, the people, every single person in it. Until that moment, when he realized the town of Fort was a dangerous-as-fuck place.

He didn’t have a gun or a knife, but without hesitation, he grabbed a rock, and with his bare hands, he smashed it repeatedly across the head of the man who had been attacking the young girl, Marsha, he believed her name to be.

And ... he’d held her in his arms, because the man had struck the main artery in her neck, and there was nothing he could do but hold her and sing to her. He waited until she died in his arms, which had been less than two minutes. Shae liked to think he gave her peace. He carried her home, and his dad told him that day he became a true man.

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I was in a bad place. My fiancé died unexpectedly, and as a French girl, I can’t stay in the United States without the right papers.

That’s when Jordan Lewis, my father-in-law, steps in.

The billionaire is handsome, domineering, and utterly ruthless. He’s got blue eyes, a wolfish expression, and a bright smile that practically shows fangs.

Even crazier, he says he’ll get me a visa ...

... as long as I get pregnant with his baby!

What in the world?

Then again, Jordan Lewis is huge, with broad shoulders, a muscled six pack, and a massive, swinging tool between his legs that delivers the goods ...

Wait, what am I even thinking?

Because there’s no way I’m giving my dirty father in law a baby!

I never promised Juliette a green card. I said that if the curvy girl got pregnant with my child, I’d find some way for her to stay. It’s easy. Juliette’s young, fertile, and ripe, and I run a multinational corporation that sponsors dozens of visas every year.

But what I didn’t expect was for the young woman to be sassy and feisty, with a bite about her that’s more than words ...

... because she likes to leave bite marks in bed too!

Soon, Juliette’s belly is swollen with a child because I’m her dirty father-in-law ... as well as her babydaddy!

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Juliette

“Wow, this place is amazing,” I murmur as the car pulls up to a huge mansion. The house is built from elegant gray stone, and looks to be about three stories tall with a porte-cochere in front, manicured gardens, and stone steps leading up to a magnificent red door.

“Yeah, and my dad lives here alone,” my boyfriend Harry says in a wry voice. “You’d think that as a long-time bachelor, he’d downsize to something more appropriate. But that’s Jordan for you,” Harry shrugs. “He’s very into tradition and upholding the values of our family.”

I open the door to the Accord before getting out.

“Family values like ‘Love, Live, and ‘Laughter,’ right?” I ask with a wink at my redheaded boyfriend. Harry’s cute, if you like them thin. He probably only weighs about a hundred and thirty pounds, despite being almost six one. Not only that, but he has the classic coloring of a redhead, with pale, freckled skin, green eyes, and a tendency to burn even on cloudy days. But he’s a nice guy, and we’re in a quote-unquote “romantic” relationship. I say that in quotes because actually, Harry’s gay. Everyone knows about his sexuality except for his dad, and for some reason, Harry has been hesitant about revealing the truth to his father. I remember asking the young man about it when we first became friends.

“But why don’t you just tell your dad that you’re gay? We’re not living in the eighteen hundreds anymore. Heck, everyone and their mother has a gay family member or friend now. It’s not a big deal.”

Harry sighed, his thin shoulders slumping.

“No, it is a big deal to someone like my dad,” he said in a quiet voice, looking down at his hands. “You don’t know Jordan. He’s really into alpha male stuff like torching calories at the gym, being the boss, and projecting masculinity. It would kill him.”

I shoot a look at the thin boy.

“That’s not true because a real alpha male would never be disappointed about having a gay son. If anything, your dad’s weak and backwards for judging you like that.”

Harry merely shook his head again.

“But my dad doesn’t know, so he’s never judged me. Jordan still thinks that I’m going to find a girl, get married, and then have kids to carry on the Lewis line,” he said with a rueful smile. “It’s my fault because I don’t have the guts to disappoint him.”

My heart went out to my new friend because his distress was obviously real. Besides, it wasn’t my place to judge his family, seeing that my relatives are also ridiculous. But as Harry and I grew closer over the next year or so, I met Jordan Lewis myself, and could see what my friend meant. Even crazier, Harry asked me to act as a beard during these outings, which was surprising to say the least.

“Please pretend to be my girlfriend,” my redheaded friend begged. “Just when you’re meeting my dad. It’ll help me out so much.”

I scrunched my nose.

“Really? Is it that important?”

Harry looked absolutely distraught while wringing his hands.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and you’d be perfect for the role, Juliette,” he begged, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Just during lunch today. You don’t even have to say much to Jordan! Just pretend to like me, and besides, we hang out so much now that it’ll be easy to pull off. We can talk about school, classes, how you’re from France, really anything. Please, please, please, Juliette.”

I didn’t want to, but reluctantly, I went along with his charade. Just once, I promised myself. I’m only going to do this for Harry this one time, and then that’s it. He’s going to have to figure out this stuff on his own.

But the lunch with his dad went smoothly. Jordan Lewis was a dark, dangerous, and somewhat glowering figure, resplendent in a perfectly-cut grey suit that highlighted his towering frame. But the older man wasn’t mean or condescending, despite being the CEO of a wealth management firm. Instead, Jordan Lewis was perfectly polite and well-mannered. Yes, there was a gleam in those blue eyes that made me shiver, and there was a time when our fingers brushed when he handed me the menu, but I wrote it off as nothing. It was my imagination, and nothing else. After all, I’m a college co-ed from France, trying to get acclimated to life in the United States. Maybe I’m just lonely from being away from my family, and was imagining things that weren’t actually happening.

But after the meal, Harry was jubilant and elated.

“Thank you so much,” he said effusively, throwing his scrawny arms around me in a big hug. “My dad loved you!”

“Great,” I said with a smile, still remembering the older man’s broad chest and wide shoulders. “I think Jordan liked me. I hope he did, and that we pulled off a credible charade as a couple.”

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