I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.
“Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,” I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.
“Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,” the cab driver answered with disinterest. InWESTLEY“YOU DON’T HAVE to do this.” It was our twelfth destination in four months tour with the Linton private jet. It wasn’t that I was complaining because spending time with Clyve was the best time of my life.When he asked me for a dinner date during the book signing, I knew it was the first of so many, and who was I to say no when all I could think was him every time I fell asleep and woke up every morning for weeks.
CLYVEAll I COULD think at this moment was how good it felt to hit my bed and snore under my sheet.Alone.Not with the blonde who talked a lot— Emily.She kept batting her eyelashes as she told me about her first photoshoot experience. She was a boudoir model according to her profile onHeartRatedowned by my
WESTLEYTHE OAK trees rising out on both sides of the driveway were like a gateway to paradise. Those were one of many things around here that I learned to appreciate and love. There was also something in this place that I didn’t find in the city, perhaps its the serenity that the city couldn&r
CLYVE“YOU CAN’T and won’t ever control my life anymore, Skip because Dad told you so. It
WESTLEYOh, boy. I’m in big trouble.I WAS SUCH a pig for treating the only guest we had so badly. My words just came out strong and wrong. Although, I must admit that I did it on purpose.To be honest, Clyve was hot, yet you couldn’t see an aura of a cocky playboy from the city who had only one goal in life—to get into your pants.
CLYVEONE THING I knew about Keene and Westley was they were not together. I could see how they looked at each other—no eye-fucking, Keene’s eating her up with his eyes, or exchanging dirty looks between them. They were not romantically involved.Okay, that’s enough of snooping around, Clyve. Why did I even care? And why in the hell do I feel like it’s a relief?I watched them together while I was still in the cabin. Westley, Sindy, or if she was even that Sindy Kate. Although, I was pretty sure
WESTLEYThis is not a good idea.I TOOK a deep breath before knocking his cabin. Then a few moments later, the wooden floor squeaked, and the door swung open.My breathing held in my lungs for a moment and my wide eyes landed down below his face. Unconsciously. Holy! Why in the hell was this man so hot? I mean like off that chart freaking hot.Groaning, I turned around because my face was probably beet red. I could feel the blood rushing up my n
CLYVEThis woman is something.ONE MOMENT she was fiery, then became friendly all of a sudden. It was not that I was complaining, but she was like having a switch—transforming into a beast when the clock ticked midnight—a stunning beast thoug
WESTLEY“YOU DON’T HAVE to do this.” It was our twelfth destination in four months tour with the Linton private jet. It wasn’t that I was complaining because spending time with Clyve was the best time of my life.When he asked me for a dinner date during the book signing, I knew it was the first of so many, and who was I to say no when all I could think was him every time I fell asleep and woke up every morning for weeks.
CLYVETHE TRAFFIC WAS horrendous.I stared at my phone, watching the clock as if it was a time bomb ready to explode in my hand. I was going to be late, then Austen was not answering my damn call.“Why aren’t we moving? I am kinda in a hurry here,” I asked the cab driver irritably. I should have driven or hired a driver already, but I thought my life had a pretty boring routine.“Maybe there’s an accident ahead, sir,” the cab driver answered with disinterest. In
CLYVE“WHAT THE BLOODY fuck?” I closed the book. It was so funny when I might be the first one to buy Sindy Kate. I ordered online, then I realized it would take a day before it could be delivered to my office. Then I had to walk to the bookstore and fill in line because apparently, it was a best-seller.I couldn’t be prouder for her that for a rookie author, she made it to the best-selling list.
WESTLEYIT’D HAD BEEN bugging me for weeks, but I couldn’t ruin the things we've already started. The story was also important to me. I knew what would happen when Austen mentioned about his painting, and he made me promise to tell Clyve before the book launching, but I never imagined that day would be tonight, and I just ruined the best night of his life.Clyve stared at me, his gaze was vicious. “Come again?”I felt my throat choke up. I still gathered all my power to explain since I already blew the b
CLYVEIGNORING THE HEAT swept over my body, I gave her a huge grin while her eyes were still wide in surprise. There was also unconcealable anticipation that swam in her blue pools.She completely turned to face me, then scrolled her gaze from my face down to my toes. “You look...” She met my gaze again.
WESTLEYYOU MADE THE right decision.You won’t regret it—those were the last words that kept taunting me after I signed the contract and walked out of the publishing house. I hope I wouldn’t regret it because that story was very important to me. It was like I opened my soul to those who read it. It was the story of my life, my autobiography.
CLYVENOTHING HAD ever felt so damn right than to be with a woman you loved. And yes, goddamn right, I loved Westley. She might not tell me the three words, but I knew the feeling, and I knew she was almost there. And my heart just soared high with hope.I was still inside her, and I felt I was hard again. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that she would be on top of me.She lifted her hips with a wicked look on her face and bit her bottom lip as I positioned my cock into her entrance. I watched her pussy swallowe
WESTLEYTHE INTENSE sensation rushed through my veins, making my skin tingle and burn. The moment my lips captured his, I knew I couldn’t stop. Instantly, I felt a familiar feeling, yet it still felt new and full of anticipation.I grabbed the back his head as I angled my lips and moved intensely against his reluctant ones. No way, I would let him go without showing him how I wanted to do it like it was the medicine left to treat my obsession over him.
CLYVEI HAD BEEN sitting with the advertising agency representative for nearly an hour, and I wanted to bolt out from the room if I only had the power to do that. I knew how it worked. I just didn’t know how the bloody fuck took it so long.I looked down at the bunch of flyers, samples, and templates on the table. She showed me a short campaign that would work for the gallery. Still, she was not done talking.I admitted she was pretty good at sales talk, but I wanted a good outcome. Her company had a remarkable r