The Kinky One (The Escort #2) Read Online N.O. One

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Escort Series by N.O. One
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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Telling the truth isn’t an option.
But keeping the deception alive isn’t sustainable either.
Something’s got to give, and I’m afraid it will be my heart.
It beats for one, while I need the other.
Just as my life is falling apart, fate decides to take the reins.
For the first time, I’m enjoying the small pleasures of life, all the while watching it slip through my fingers, one devastating lie at a time.
But at the end of the day, providing for my family is my only priority.
No matter the pain, nor the consequences.
Even if it means destroying myself in the process.

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CHAPTER ONE

KAI

She’s here.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Our eyes lock, her green ones boring into mine. In them, I can see the questions, and something I wish I could explain.

I cringe as Freya passes her, chirpily pointing out the obvious. “River, we didn’t think you’d be here.” The sarcastic response River wants to let out is held back by pure will, it’s in the twist of her lips and the tightening of her jaw as she masks her true feelings with a smile for Freya.

“Some fucked up shit happened, so she’s staying with us for a bit.”

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

Eyes darting to River’s as Everest explains why she’s here, my blood heats and boils over. Every muscle in my body tenses as my fists clench by my sides. All I want to know is what happened to my Psyche. I’ve got a million questions but I can’t ask them because I’ve dug myself into a fucking huge hole with Freya. Schooling my features, I scan every inch of River, hoping I don’t find anything that’ll make me lose my mind. Like a wound or a bruise. The mere thought of my girl in pain physically hurts.

No, not my girl… not anymore.

“Oh, well, maybe the news will cheer you up, then.”

Shit. Here it comes. Freya is practically vibrating with excitement, and my body heats. I didn’t want Psyche to find out this way. I planned to talk to her about it all, explain what’s going on. She would have probably talked me out of it and come up with a much better solution, but my fucking bullheadedness screwed me.

River folds her arms across her chest and glares at me, daring me to give her this great news. I really don’t want to but I’ve made a promise and I’m nothing if not loyal. Besides, River isn’t single anymore, she’s somebody else’s—and I’m the fucking idiot who let it happen. There’s no denying she looked happy in those Page Six pictures. Even if she was fake as fuck and hiding her gorgeous short brown hair. The way one side is longer than the other and falls over her green eyes makes me want to go over there and tuck it behind her ear, using it as an excuse to gently caress her face with my thumb. Maybe even sneak in a little kiss on my favorite beauty mark.

Here’s the thing… Freya and I have a history, although not the kind everyone thinks. We haven’t corrected them because the reality of it all is worse than their imagination.

What started out as me being a loyal friend, has turned into a commitment I wasn’t expecting. At the time, it made sense.

I could have found a better solution, but spite got the better of me and it was like my mouth went rogue. And now I wish I could take it back, but I can’t. Actually, I won’t. I’m not a complete bastard. When we finally got the news she had been waiting for, coupled with the shock of Tyler fucking Walker dating my girl, my mouth and brain disconnected.

Wrapping her arm around my waist and squeezing me closer to her, Freya holds out her left hand.

“We’re getting married.”

I can feel Freya’s eyes looking up at me, but my gaze is solely fixed on River. Nothing could tear me away from her reaction as my heart pounds in my chest. A part of me wishes she would throw a fit, maybe a few insults, to show me she isn’t okay with this. A part of me wishes she would break down and cry for us. For what we should have been. But the bigger part of me would be disappointed in her for reacting with such dramatics. It’s not her style, it goes against everything she is.

And, as always, she is true to herself.

The look in River’s eyes is one of pain, disappointment, and is that anger? I can read my gi… my best friend’s face like a book. Right now, I imagine it matches my own. She manages to school her features into a robotic smile—that I hate with every fiber of my being—as she congratulates us, and Everest hands her a glass of Petal’s homemade bubbly.


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