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Total pages in book: 22
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At twenty-three, I never expected coming home to feel like stepping into a painful memory.

Marcus married my mom when I was eighteen and already halfway out the door to college. We barely lived under the same roof for a year before I left for good.

Five years later, their marriage ended, and now I’m crashing in his house.

I came back expecting boxes, silence, and the awkward limbo of helping my ex-stepfather pack up the house to move out.

What I didn’t expect was the way Marcus looked at me… like I wasn’t the awkward eighteen-year-old again.

A lingering glance across the kitchen island. The slow brush of his knuckles when he passed me a coffee mug. And the low, rough way he said my name when the room felt suddenly too small, too quiet.

We broke every unspoken rule, crossed every line. Despite that, the man I was never supposed to want, the one who was once family by marriage, became the only one I’ll ever need

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Chapter One

Lila

The tires of my beat-up Honda crunched over the gravel driveway as if they were announcing my return, loud and final.

I killed the engine and sat for a second, staring at the familiar two-story colonial that used to feel like home and now felt like a museum of things I’d outgrown.

The paint on the shutters had faded to a tired gray-blue, the porch swing still hung crooked the way it always had, and the maple tree in the front yard had gotten taller, its branches brushing the second-floor windows like they were trying to reach inside.

Everything looked the same. But it all felt so different.

I popped the trunk, hauled out my duffle and the cardboard box of sketchbooks and laptop cables, and climbed the three steps to the front door. Before I could knock, it swung open.

Marcus.

He was bigger than I remembered, with broader shoulders and thicker arms. It was the kind of solid muscle that came from years of swinging hammers and hauling lumber rather than gym selfies.

His dark hair was streaked with more silver at the temples now, and the lines around his eyes had deepened, but those storm-gray irises were sharp and exactly the same.

His gaze flicked over me in one quick, assessing sweep from my chest to my hips, down my legs, and back up again. He didn’t smile right away. He just looked.

“Lila,” he finally said. His voice was low, gravel-rough, and held the same tone that used to tell me to turn the music down when I was blasting indie rock through the hallway well past my bedtime. “You made good time.”

“Yeah. Traffic wasn’t bad.” I shifted the box in my arms, suddenly aware of how I wasn’t wearing a bra under my thin cotton tee and how my high-rise jeans left nothing to the imagination.

I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t expected.

“Thanks again for letting me crash here.”

He stepped aside, holding the door wider. “Hell, you’re doing me a favor going through all this shit. Besides, it’s your house, too. Always has been.”

I never expected the simple act of coming home to feel like stepping into a memory that was painful. For years, I’d wanted to leave, to be independent. I never expected to… miss this place.

I walked past him into the foyer. The smell hit me first—a mixture of wood polish, faint sawdust that always clung to him no matter how much he showered, and something warmer, earthier, and unmistakably Marcus.

The same narrow entry table stood against the wall with the same framed photo still centered on it… Mom, Marcus, and me at my high school graduation. I was eighteen in the picture, skinny arms and uncertain smile under the cap and gown.

Marcus had his arm slung around my shoulders, his stance casual and protective, but back then, I remembered it felt heavy in a way that made me feel both anchored and strangely unsteady at the same time.

I set the box down and turned. He was still watching me, arms crossed now, biceps flexing under the cotton of his T-shirt. The silence stretched, thick and awkward.

“You look…” He searched for the word. “Different.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Five years will do that.”

“Guess so.” His gaze flicked down again, slower this time, tracing the line of my slightly sweaty tee where it still clung tight across my chest from the drive, and then back to my face. “Your room’s still yours. I didn’t move or touch anything.”

“Thanks.” I grabbed my duffle before the air could get any heavier and headed for the stairs. My heart was thudding too loudly in my ears. I told myself it was just the weirdness of being back, just the echo of old routines, and that the last time I’d lived here he was still married to my mother.

The hallway upstairs smelled like clean sheets and aged pine. My door was ajar, and I pushed it open. I stood there and looked around.

Nothing had changed.

Lavender walls, a white iron bed with the quilt Mom pieced together when I was twelve and my desk still littered with charcoal stubs and half-finished sketches from senior year.

The corkboard above it held the same faded concert tickets, Polaroids of me and friends I barely talked to anymore, and the dried corsage from prom.

I dropped my bag and sat on the edge of the mattress, letting the stillness press all around and let it all sink in.

Back when I was eighteen, and they’d just gotten married, Marcus had been this quiet, towering, constant presence in the house. He ran his own construction company with the same steady focus he brought to everything else.

He’d be gone long hours, and when he walked through the door, everything smelled of sawdust and sweat.

Marcus was never cruel and never raised his voice. But his protectiveness was something else. If a boy called me after ten, Marcus would appear in my doorway, arms folded, asking who it was in that calm, unhurried tone that made the guy on the other end stammer.

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Advertisement Enemies with Benefits (A Real Man #27) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.books2020.com/enemies-with-benefits-a-real-man-27-read-online-jenika-snow Sat, 26 Dec 2020 14:11:38 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/enemies-with-benefits-a-real-man-27-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Erotic, Romance, Virgin Authors: Jenika Snow Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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All stories in the Real Man series can be read as complete standalone titles- It was hate at first sight. That’s what I told myself anyway, because wanting Malachi, who was my brother’s best friend, probably wasn’t the smartest move.  He got under my skin in the worst kind of way... and I was pretty sure he got off on it. I could have ignored my desire, an arousal that was at war with my annoyance with Mal, but then we found each other alone at my parents’ house and everything changed.  He taunted, teased... pushed me to the point I couldn’t stop myself from acting out, letting my arousal take control.  I started showing Mal exactly how much I wanted him, even if it was the worst idea of my life.  Or maybe it wasn’t.  What I didn’t anticipate was him giving me a night I’d never forget, a night that would shake all other experiences in my life. It was after that when I realized I didn’t hate Malachi. I was hopelessly, madly, and irrevocably in love with him.  Sleeping with the enemy never felt so good.
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Delilah

It was hate at first sight.

Well, hate was a strong word. Annoyance. Yeah, annoyance at first sight, absolutely.

Malachi “Mal” Stevenson, my brother’s best friend, former captain of the football team, and the most popular guy at our high school—when he attended—was so ridiculously attractive I expected a song to play whenever he walked into a room.

He also knew how good he looked, which made him cocky, but only with me, it seemed. I couldn’t help but hate him... or love him.

It was the latter. Kind of. Mostly. I think.

I was pretty sure I was in love with him.

I’d known him for years. He’d been a part of our family all that time, always over, always looking so good it pissed me off even more, because he knew how hot he was.

He was cocky and stubborn, knew he got under my skin, so he pushed my buttons on purpose. I knew that was a fact by the smirk he always wore when he saw how pissed he made me.

But it wasn’t just hate. It was something more, something forbidden. It was something that pissed me off royally.

And that’s why when I pulled into the driveway of my parents’ house after work, I couldn’t help but purse my lips when I saw his truck parked in my spot.

My. Spot.

This was planned, something to further annoy me. It wasn’t like Mal didn’t know this was where I parked all the time. I swore he did this kind of shit on purpose, stuff to rile me up.

I parked along the curb, cut my engine, and curled my hands around the steering wheel. Mal was probably a pervert and got off on being annoying to me.

After grabbing my backpack and tossing my apron in the back seat, I curled my fingers around the paper bag that held the few bags of ground coffee my mother asked me to get for her after my shift ended at the coffee shop.

I made my way to the front door, cutting a glare toward his shiny black truck as if the inanimate object was Mal himself.

Once inside the house, I set my backpack on the floor by the door, toed off my shoes, and took the coffee into the kitchen. I assumed my father was in his study working late, and I didn’t see my mom’s car in the driveway, which meant she was probably out with her friends on a “wine date.”

I heard a couple deep, rumbly, masculine voices carrying through from the living room, and I cut my eyes in that direction, hearing Mal’s deep chuckle above it all.

I narrowed my eyes, because that sound did things to me. Wicked things, things that had parts of my body tingling and becoming warm, soft… wet. And that pissed me off even more.

I made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room, bracing my shoulder against the doorframe and crossing my arms over my chest, staring at my brother, Aidan, who sat on the couch beside Mal. The large flat-screen TV on the wall across from them showed some military video game they always played when Mal came over.

“Dude, did you see the new girl at school?" my brother asked.

Mal didn’t respond right away, and instead they both started cursing as something happened in the game that clearly pissed them off. Mal tossed the controller on the coffee table and leaned back, linking his hands behind his head. “Man, you know I don’t pay attention to that shit.”

My brother looked over at him, both of them still oblivious to the fact that I stood here eavesdropping. “You’re oblivious to what? Hot-ass girls?”

Mal made a deep noise that sounded like he was getting annoyed. “Things like talking about that shit with you.”

Aiden just sat there staring at Mal as if he’d grown another head. “So what, you’re not into pussy?”

I grimaced at Aiden’s crude language. I rarely heard my brother talk like this, but clearly he was free with his word choices with his friends.

“Dude,” Mal said in a disgusted tone and snapped his head in Aiden’s direction.

“What?” Aiden shrugged and leaned back on the couch. “I’ve just never seen you with anyone, and you don’t talk about liking any chicks. If you’re gay, I just want you to know it’s cool with me.” Aiden sounded sincere.

Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t seen Mal with anyone, and there weren’t rumors about him with girls at school.

I furrowed my brow, wondering if Mal wasn’t into the female population.

Mal was silent for long seconds. “I’m not gay, man. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but I am into the opposite sex.”

Aiden shrugged again. “Just saying, I’d be cool if you were.” They were silent for long seconds before Aiden spoke again. “But legit, you don’t talk about chicks. I never see you with any, so like, what’s the deal? Saving yourself until you’re married?”

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Advertisement One Night Read online Jenika Snow (A Real Man #26) http://www.books2020.com/one-night-26-read-online-jenika-snow Thu, 18 Jun 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/one-night-26-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jenika Snow Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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We’d been friends nearly our entire lives. Only friends… at least on the outside. I always cared for Devon more than I should, wanted things with him that didn’t happen between “just friends.” Until one night of drinking changed that. I ended up in Devon’s bed after one too many drinks. I wished I could say I didn’t remember what we did and feign ignorance. But I knew. I remembered every passionate, heated moment. I remembered the way he touched me, the things he said to me in pleasure. Things were different between us now, weird, and so I stayed away, not wanting to make things worse. But it seemed fate had other plans for me… for us. I had a one-night stand with my best friend, and I had a secret that resulted from that encounter. I was pregnant with his baby. *All stories in the Real Man series can be read as complete standalone titles.
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Leila

One more drink was going to be too much. I knew it, yet here I was bringing that glass to my lips and finishing off the beer in one swallow.

“Shit, Ly, you’re gonna drink me under the table.”

I felt my face flush, which had nothing to do with my best friend, Devon, teasing me, and everything to do with all the alcohol I’d been consuming. I should have slowed down, but I had a shit day, and the best remedy I thought of was getting piss-ass drunk with the only person who had always been there for me.

“Whatever,” I said and leaned my shoulder against his playfully. God, he smelled really good, like that really good-smelling cologne boys used to wear in middle school, but with Devon, there was a touch of masculinity and being all-man mixed in.

“It’s been a shit day, Devon.”

He was silent for long moments, his focus intense as he stared at me. “Are you going to tell me about it?”

I shrugged. I wanted to, but I was embarrassed, afraid of how Devon would react.

He growled low in disapproval, and I rolled my eyes, a smirk starting to form on my lips.

“I’ll be back. Gotta hit the little ladies’ room.”

I snorted at the way he said it, but I couldn’t contain my grin. He watched me for a second, the amusement on his face slowly fading as something more serious covered his face. I swallowed, because I felt that look so deep it touched every part of me.

“If anyone fucks with you, tell them I’ll kick their ass.” He gave me a wink, and I gave him an awkward chuckle.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. No one bothers me like that, Devon.”

He stood and stared down at me for a second, the playfulness back on his face. I watched as he headed toward the bathroom. Daphne’s Bar and Grill was packed shoulder-to-shoulder despite it being a Thursday night.

Devon was tall and muscular, a businessman in every sense of the word. But when he wasn’t in the office delegating jobs, helping to run a big company in the small town of Hadensville, he was just my best friend who knew me better than I knew myself. He was the guy who got dirty because he helped me garden, unafraid to sweat or get a sunburn because he was outside all day.

He might wear a suit during the day, commanding and dominating people in his daily life, but after office hours, he always threw on a pair of faded jeans and an old shirt, and was the type of man who’d give you the clothes off his back.

The white T-shirt and jeans he wore fit him perfectly, formed to his muscular, masculine body, yet were loose enough it didn’t look like he was busting out of them from all that alpha strength he exuded.

I exhaled roughly at the thought of him doing all kinds of inappropriate things to me. It was hard to be around him and keep things on a purely friendly level. I hated it, but I knew it was essential. Anything more, as in telling him how I felt, could be disastrous. And he was all I had, so risking that was not an option.

It wasn’t as if I could tell anyone how I felt, especially not my family. My parents were too focused on their own lives to worry about their grown-ass daughter and who she loved.

Besides, I wasn’t exactly close with them, couldn’t tell them how I felt. Hell, I hadn’t even told my mother when I started my period at the age of thirteen. That’s how not close we were.

And friends? I laughed at that. I kept to myself, and the only real friend I had was Devon. Everyone else was either a coworker—or they had been before I lost my job—or acquaintances.

And as I looked around the bar, saw how packed it was, it seemed like a lot of people were having a shitty day just like me.

I pushed my beer glass aside and placed my elbows on the table, resting my head in my hands and closing my eyes as I exhaled. I was getting tipsy, feeling that liquid courage move through me. I lifted my head and stared in the direction Devon had left. I felt things I probably shouldn’t for him, things that “just friends” didn’t feel for each other.

I’d known him nearly my entire life, being transplanted into this town when I was just ten—thirteen years ago—and Devon was immediately there to take me under his wing.

And if I were being honest, I had feelings for him as soon as he’d given me his adolescent, goofy smile, as soon as I felt that protective bond with him. He looked after me, didn’t let anyone mess with me or tease me. He made sure I was accepted no matter what. And if someone bullied me, picked on me, hell, if a guy showed interest in me, Devon made sure it was known that there would be repercussions.

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Advertisement Wet Read online Jenika Snow (A Real Man #25) http://www.books2020.com/wet-25-read-online-jenika-snow Wed, 19 Feb 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/wet-25-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Romance Authors: Jenika Snow Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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The poor weren’t with the rich. The help didn’t think they had a chance with the ones they worked for. That’s what my parents drilled into my head since the day we started working for the St. James family, since we moved onto the property and they became our employers. But from the moment I saw Pyper, the daughter of the wealthiest family in the state, I knew I couldn’t stay away. I pretended like I could, but I sought her out, took the jobs that would bring me close to her. I wanted to see her, smell her perfume, tell myself that what I was doing wasn’t wrong, that I wasn’t crossing lines. "My kind" weren’t with hers. Until they were, until we were. And when Pyper gave herself to me, when I took her in the way I’d always wanted in the pool house where anyone could see us, could catch us, I knew there was no going back. I’d make sure of that. I’d been in love with her for years, and now that I finally had her, nothing would keep her from me. Not our families, not the “rules” on us not being together, not even the fact that she’d leave again for college. Nothing would keep me from Pyper.
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Chapter One

Gio

My parents always warned me to stay away from her, that “our kind” didn’t mix with hers.

Our kind.

The poor weren’t with the rich.

The help didn’t think they had a chance with their employers.

And for the most part, I listened to my parents. I didn’t talk to Pyper St. James, and I kept my head down, kept my distance. But when she wasn’t looking, I watched her, thought about her... wanted her so fucking badly I could taste it.

Pyper St. James, heiress to the St. James Distillery in Wicksburgh. Her family was richer than sin, the wealthiest family in the two-state area.

We worked and lived on the St. James property, ten acres that were perfectly manicured. And that was the main job for my father and me. The hand scaling as well as tending to the pool, the main fence that went with it, and the surrounding main house gardening.

My mother mainly worked inside, doing housework, simple seamstress things Mrs. St. James needed, and any other little odds and ends.

My mother and father, Maria and Alfonso Santini were Italian immigrants, having moved to the States before I was born. They’d gotten this job when I was only fifteen, four years ago. And up until I graduated high school, I strictly lived on the property, not an employee. But even though I technically wasn’t working for the St. James family, my parents drove home that I was not to assume I had any ties with them. They were getting paid to be there, getting paid a shitload, in fact. And although the St. James family were generous and kind to us, my folks were old school, followed tradition, positions. they held respect at the highest.

So I always kept my distance, never spoke to anyone who didn’t work on the grounds. But as I got older, when I started feeling things boys felt for girls, when I first realized how beautiful Pyper was, that’s when I knew staying away from her was going to be the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done.

And when she’d left for college, I thought maybe my fixation for her would tame, grow distant. These months of not seeing her meant I could focus on other things instead of obsessing about her.

But that had been the biggest fucking lie I told myself. Because that old saying about distance only makes the heart grow fonder... had never been truer than in my situation.

I obsessed about her when she was gone. Who was she with? Who was she talking to? Did she meet someone? Was she letting some asshole touch her? That last thought had me so jealous, so on edge, I found myself falling into this dark, angry mood.

Not being near her, seeing her every day, made me so desperate when she finally did come back for breaks or during the summer that I was getting sloppy in keeping my feelings hidden. It was like I wanted everyone to know what I felt, how I felt for Pyper.

I’d walk a little too close to her, so close I could feel the heat come from her body, could smell the floral scent that clung to her.

After graduation, I could’ve gone to a university, but I decided to stay close to home, commute to the community college, help my family on the property. I could get paid by the St. James family, save up my money, and still get a secondary education.

Going to college was important to me, important to my family. My mother and father had barely graduated high school, and college certainly hadn’t been in the books for them once they moved to the States. They had to find work, and as hardworking immigrants, they busted their asses to make sure I had a good life. And I did. I never wanted for anything. I didn’t need lavish things or wealth. I didn’t need fancy cars or custom-made suits. But what I needed, what I wanted, was Pyper.

That had been clear over the years.

And the longer I stayed working for her family, the more I saw exactly how different our lives really were.

But that didn’t matter, didn’t change how I felt. I loved her. I loved her so fucking much it hurt to see her. My heart raced when she was near. My hands shook, and beads of sweat dotted my brow when I smelled that floral fragrance that followed in her wake.

I loved her, and I knew as time went on that staying away from her would only get harder. It was already unbearable, and we’d only spoken a handful of times, little conversations on mundane things like the weather, or school, or what our weekend plans were.

She was home for the summer, the next several months until the fall semester of college started for her.

For two years, I wanted her with a desperation that was almost sick in its nature. I found myself seeking out the jobs on their property that would bring me to her, let me watch her. Like today, when it was a hot fucking summer day, no clouds in sight, the weather perfect for a swim.

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Sold off like a piece of meat. That’s exactly what my best friend was asking me to do. “It’s for a good cause,” she said. “Whoever wins will wine and dine you,” she said. And so I agreed, even though I feared no one would bid on me, even though I worried how everyone would see how very much I didn’t fit in to their aristocratic, wealth-laced world. But then he came along, saving me from face-planting at the event, holding me close and making me feel all the things that had been foreign to me. He stared into my eyes like he wanted to give me every part of who he was. He looked at me like he wanted to give me… everything. And as I stood on that stage and was auctioned off, there was one deep voice that rose above all others. His. Logan Mathis. The man who heated my body and hadn’t said more than a string of words to me during our first encounter. The exorbitant amount of money he bid ensured I’d be his, if only for one night. But God, I wanted more. And the way he looked at me said he wanted the same thing.
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Chapter One

Beatrix

“You’re out of your damn mind,” I said, the shock thick in my voice as I stared at my best friend, Patrice. We sat at my kitchen table, her phone sitting on the top, the picture on the screen showing the charity event she was helping organize later this month.

“Beatrix, it’s literally for one night. And you don’t have to do anything but stand up there, look pretty, and let men bid on you.”

I was shaking my head before she even stopped talking. “Patrice, I’m not selling myself. That would make me some kind of… prostitute.”

She rolled her eyes and had an exaggerated expression on her face. “A prostitute? Really?” She leaned forward and tapped her finger on the screen of her phone. “B, it’s for charity. I’m not asking you to sleep with the guy who wins. Just go on a date with him, let him wine and dine you.”

I was shaking my head again, but I lowered my gaze to her phone. Patrice did incredible charity work, raising money for domestic violence survivors at a nonprofit organization. She worked with companies that were worth millions, and said companies never said no to some promotion. And even though I knew this charity auction and was for a good cause, I was still so hesitant.

“All you have to do is look pretty and let some rich guy take you out for one night. That’s it,” she repeated.

“Yeah. I know,” I said softly. But the thought of putting myself out there to be bid on like a piece of meat instantly seemed abhorrent.

“B, we’re short on girls. And although I know this really isn’t your cup of tea, you’d be doing me a huge favor.” She gave me this pathetic smile, knowing it would pull at my heartstrings. “Not only that, just think of all the good you will be doing. Think of all the women and children you’ll be helping, the money you’ll help raise.” She tapped on the screen of her cell phone again as if to emphasize her point, drill it home. “All the bidders have been vetted. They’re all successful businessman, and I’m sure some are young and handsome.”

I cringed at that last part. “So my winning bidder might be my grandpa’s age?” I lifted an eyebrow, and she gave me a sheepish shrug.

“Well, the old ones are the ones who have deep pockets.” She gave me a new smile that looked forced, a little strained.

All I could do was internally cringe. “Great, knowing my luck, I’ll get someone old dude who wants me to sit on his lap so he can pet my hair.”

Patrice started laughing uncontrollably, but I was being serious, unfortunately.

I wouldn’t say no; I had every intention of helping Patrice. I couldn’t even imagine not helping her do good. But the truth was, standing on a podium being auctioned off to the highest bidder? It intimidated me. It scared me a little. The expression I gave her had Patrice smiling. She knew she’d won, that I’d give in eventually.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “It’s gonna be fun. I promise.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that played over my face.

“We’ll doll you up and put you in one of the fancy, expensive dresses the boutique is donating for the night. You’re going to look like a supermodel, although you don’t need all the prepping and primping. You’re naturally beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes again but felt my cheeks heat. Her compliments made me uncomfortable in the way when someone said something nice about you but you just didn’t believe them.

I didn’t know how this would end up, but I could handle one night with a stranger if it meant it was for a good cause. It couldn’t be the absolute worst thing I’d ever done in my life, right?

Chapter Two

Logan

I signed my signature on the document and Starla, my personal assistant, took the paperwork and added it to the stack of folders she held.

“Is there anything else you need from me, Mr. Mathis?”

I shook my head and glanced at her. “No, thank you, Starla. You’re free to go and take the rest the day off if you like.”

She nodded. “Thank you, sir.”

She turned to leave, and I leaned back in my chair and ran my hand over my hair, the strands getting a little too long for my liking. I’d have to have Neil, my barber, tend to it.

Starla stopped and looked over her shoulder, her hand poised on the handle of my office door. “Also, a reminder, Mr. Mathis. You have the charity event this Saturday.”

I thought about the event she was referencing. I had so many events, galas, business meeting, and dinners that I attended on a monthly basis that they tended to blur together most of the time. But thankfully, Starla knew all of this at the drop of a hat. She organized my work life and made it so everything ran like a well-oiled machine.

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Lenora He hated me. I loved him. I had feelings for Beckham for so long it was a part of me now. But because his father married my mother, I knew there was no chance of us ever being together. We couldn’t cross that line. I wouldn’t for fear of ruining our relationship. But then my mother betrayed his father, destroying our family and ripping Beckham from me. Hurtful things were said, things that broke my heart. I never thought I’d see him again. It was an unmeasurable pain. And six months later, I found myself having to turn to him, the man I loved.... the man who hated me. He agreed to let me stay with him until I was on my feet again. But what arrangement did he have in mind? What did he want as payment? Beckham She thought I hated her. She couldn’t be further from the truth. I was so in love with her that no one else mattered. But I screwed that up in one moment of pain, in one second of hurt. It wasn’t even her fault, but I’d taken it out on Lenora. And I regretted it every day since. I wanted to call her so many times. I’d driven by her house like a stalker, wanting to talk to her, to beg for forgiveness But now was my time to make things right. Now was my chance to prove to her I’d do whatever it took to have her forgive me... to have her love me too.
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Chapter One

Lenora

I wondered if I was making the biggest damn mistake of my life. But desperation had people doing crazy shit, and moving in with my stepbrother, the one I’d wanted since the first day his father married my mother and he joined my family, was pretty high on the list of insane shit.

The cab pulled up in front of the house, and all I could do was sit there looking at the small two-story structure, wondering if I could have gone another route. I hadn’t spoken to Beckham in almost six months—well, hadn’t talked to him up until I called him last month and all but begged for his help.

Jobless, nearly penniless, and refusing to call my mother for help, I knew he was the only other person I could rely on.

My life had gone down the shit drain, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Months ago, our parents divorced when it was revealed that mother had a longstanding affair with one of her students at the university. I’d never seen hatred from Beckham before, but that day... I’d seen pure rage from him reflected toward my mom, and me as well.

Like I had something to do with it.

But I supposed I might have felt the same way if the roles had been reversed, angry that our family unit had been broken up by infidelity, that a broken home was our story now.

So I got it, and that’s why it had been so hard for me to call Beckham and ask for help, to see if I could stay with him until I got my shit in order.

Did he still project his anger at me because of what my mother had done, how she’d shown no remorse over her actions? A part of me hated her for that too, and that’s why I’d barely spoken to her since… because she truly didn’t think she’d done anything wrong.

“Miss?”

I glanced over at the driver. He was staring at me, this expectant look on his face, the unspoken “can you get the fuck out of my car?” expression on his face pretty loud.

He was probably wondering what in the hell my problem was, why I was just sitting here staring at my destination and not getting out of his damn car.

I reached in my pocket and grabbed my money, giving him what I owed and climbing out. He popped the trunk, not even bothering to help me with my bag, and as soon as I grabbed it and closed the door, he was driving off, leaving me there to face this myself. I looked at the house again, my heart in my throat.

As I stood there for long moments just staring at Beckham’s house, a part of me wanted to just turn around and start walking, to not look back, to not worry about what all this meant. I replayed the last thing he said to me on the phone when I had to beg—humiliate myself in asking for help.

“Oh, don’t worry, Lenora. I’ll think of some way for you to repay me.”

His voice had been so deep and coaxing, and I pictured him smiling, a shit-eating grin playing across his too handsome face as he spoke those words. I didn’t know what kind of payment he was referring to, but I knew it wouldn’t be the monetary kind.

Beckham hated me, and I knew he’d make me pay in more than one way.

And that scared me most of all.

Chapter Two

Beckham

I saw the cab pull to a stop at the curb, and I stood there, looking out the window, watching as Lenora stayed in the vehicle and stared at my house. Even from a distance, I could tell she was nervous, afraid.

And I didn’t blame her.

We’d left on fucking awful terms six months ago, and that was all my fault. I’d been so angry and hurt, using that to fuel my emotions and projecting them onto her, because she’d been right there. God, I’d been a bastard that day, and it haunted me ever since.

But seeing my father’s heart break because the love of his life—her mother—had been having an affair had been the hardest thing I’d ever witnessed. And I’d taken it out on Lenora.

And as soon as I said the hurtful things, as soon as that shit spewed from my mouth, I wished I could have taken it back. I’d wanted to go back in time and repair the damage I caused between us.

Every day, I wanted to call her up and apologize. The things I said had made tears well up in her eyes... things that made me feel as if I were nothing more than a piece of shit on the bottom of someone’s shoe.

But my anger and the betrayal made me a prideful bastard. And I hadn’t apologized, I hadn’t said anything to her since then.

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I was known in town as old money but lived off the land, a present-day caveman. They called me the town recluse, dubbed me a mountain man, antisocial. It was true. But then she came into my life and turned everything I knew upside down. It started with Bailey getting lost in the woods and finding herself on my doorstep. She was sweet and innocent, half my age, and I had no control when the arousal built between us that night. It ended with me taking her virginity in a passion-filled night. But then she was gone, and I should have gone after her, thrown her over my shoulder, and demanded she was mine. Four years later and our paths cross again. I thought I was stronger, able to control myself, but where Bailey was concerned, there was no doubt she called the shots. She owned my heart. She’d gotten under my skin in the best of ways, and I knew this time around, I wouldn’t let her get away.
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Chapter One

Bailey

I knew coming back to Mountain Falls meant I’d run into him.

The man I’d lost my virginity to four years ago—on my eighteenth birthday.

Gavin Taylor was a recluse, someone who stayed away from others, because he was that antisocial. He’d built a cabin a shitload of miles from town, high in the mountains; the only company he had was the wilderness that surrounded him.

He was a mountain man in every sense of the word—gruff, rough around the edges, take-no-shit from anyone, and an overall caveman demeanor.

Four years later and here I was, back in my hometown because of a job opportunity. I’d jumped at the chance to come back when I was offered a position in the pharmacy. A part of me missed “home,” missed family and friends. But it was the bigger part of me, the carnal part, that wanted to return, because of him. Gavin.

I’d never stopped thinking about him or that night when I wondered off the trail during a hike and came to his cabin.

I’d been cold and tired, thirsty and hungry. I’d gotten lost, found myself at his front door. He’d let me in, fed me, gave me something warm to drink, and let me sit by the fire. Aside from first name introductions, he hadn’t said one word the whole time, but as the hours passed, as I realized I didn’t want to leave, that there was this pull I had toward him, things... changed.

Then I asked him for something warmer to drink, a glass of that whiskey he had sitting on the coffee table in front of him. I’d blurted out I was twenty-one, a lie and three years older than what I actually was. And he’d given me some without even saying a word, without questioning me.

He’d poured me the whiskey, handed me the glass, and after I finished it, I started feeling a buzz. It was the first time I ever drank, and I was pretty proud of myself for not throwing up. But it wasn’t just the alcohol that had me warming. It was the intense attraction, arousal I felt for Gavin.

That’s when I knew things would move to the next level.

And then I’d been honest, told him I was only eighteen. He said we shouldn’t do this; it was wrong.

I told him nothing had ever felt more right.

And on that night, he’d taken my virginity with so much passion and rawness that I’d never been with a man since.

Because Gavin had ruined all other guys for me.

And as they say, the rest was history.

Although it’s not history, because all I thought about in these past four years was him between my legs, the way he made me feel... the way he made me come.

I pulled myself back to the present, put the last bag of groceries in my car, and shut the trunk, standing there and looking around. A part of me thought I’d see Gavin as soon as I came into Mountain Falls.

A part of me had hoped.

But I knew better. He didn’t like people. And I couldn’t blame him. The town of Mountain Falls, despite how beautiful and picturesque it was, was one of those towns where everyone knew everything and everyone’s business.

No secret was safe in this town. Although, as far as I knew, that night I lost my virginity to Gavin would forever stay between us. Because I sure as hell knew if anyone in this town heard about it, they would let me know.

I got into my car and smoothed my hands down my jeans. I don’t know why I was so nervous. I didn’t even know if he still lived in Mountain Falls. But in my heart, in my gut, I was sure he did.

Aside from the few things I’d learned about him after our encounter, I realized Gavin was just as much of a mystery to me as he was to everyone else. He was a fourth-generation Mountain Falls resident, his great grandfather striking it rich with oil, which was technically passed down. Gavin, being the only living Taylor now and having no heir, owned all of it. He was wealthy beyond belief, but he didn’t live outside of his means. In fact, he owned nothing lavish, as far as I remembered.

God, what was it about him that had me so consumed all these years? I could’ve blamed it on the fact that he’d been my first, but I knew that wasn’t the case. He was the strong, silent type, and I had a feeling he didn’t let people in to know who the real Gavin was.

He was very much the tall, dark, and handsome type who had a mysteriousness to him that intrigued the hell out of me.

Had he thought about me all these years? Did he wonder what I’d been doing, if I’d met anyone, if I’d been with anyone?

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Everett I saw her across a crowded room. She was everything I’d ever wanted. She was everything I didn’t know I needed. It ended with a few too many glasses of champagne and both of us in an empty room, the heat rising, two bodies searching for something more. I only knew her first name, but that’s all I needed to know I wanted her as mine forever. There wouldn’t be anything in this world that could stop me from letting Penny know I couldn’t let her walk away. Penny I ran into him… literally. And instantly, I knew he was unlike any man I’d ever met. I’d consumed far too many alcoholic beverages that night, and the liquid courage and bubbles going straight to my head. With my inhibitions gone, I found myself sneaking off into a storage closet with a virtual stranger and doing things that made me blush. It was fast. It was hot. It was dirty. But most of all, it was perfect. When the night ended, I knew the fantasy would no doubt become a distant memory. But Everett had woken something up in me that I hadn’t known was asleep. And I yearned for more. And it seemed he hadn’t forgotten about me either… not if him showing up on my doorstep telling me I was his was anything to go by.
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Chapter One

Penny

As I sucked down the third glass of champagne, I actually wondered if maybe this was my fourth. My head was already starting to get good and fuzzy. The truth was, I was never good with alcohol, meaning I was a cheap date, feeling buzzed after one beer, and being shit-faced after a handful.

And champagne made it even worse, the bubbles going right to my head.

But being the third wheel, a pity invite from my sister and her fiancé Stewart, to this ritzy, super-posh charity event, made guzzling down free booze totally justifiable. Right?

That’s what I told myself anyway, and I was sticking to that story.

I leaned against the bar in the dress my sister, Claire, had given me, which had been a loan from one of her friends who was about my size. Meaning she wasn’t a size two like my sister. And despite the fact that it fit, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it was a little snug.

I probably shouldn’t have eaten those two tacos before I left, but damn, when a girl was hungry, she was hungry.

And I didn’t think my go-to T-shirt and jeans everyday attire would be very welcome at this soirée, even if I would have much preferred wearing it.

I could see Claire and Stewart across the room, no doubt kissing ass with some well-off people so they would donate an obscene amount of money tonight. This was Stewart’s event—well, one he’d helped organize. My sister had always had the luck between the two of us. Got into a great college, because she was smart and had the grades. Got a prestigious job right after graduation, which so happened to have her meeting her now fiancé, who had money coming out his ass.

She was also pretty, far prettier than I was. Well, I thought so, anyway, and so did everyone in high school. I was always known in school as Claire’s homely-looking, not-as-smart sister. But I ran with that title and held my chin up. And it helped me in life. It helped me accept that you didn’t have to be perfect in everything you tried to do. You just had to be happy.

And I was.

But a part of me did envy Claire and her confidence. She worked a room like she owned it. She’d always been like that. And she was modest, never boasting or bragging, never conceited.

I stared at her black sequined floor-length gown. God, it fit her so well and showed off how in shape she was. She had the body of a runway model. She most definitely hadn’t eaten two tacos before squeezing into that tight-as-hell dress for a ritzy gala.

I finished off my champagne and turned around to lean against the bar. I lifted my empty glass to show the bartender and was rewarded with a slight nod as he went to refill it instantly.

I turned around again and stared at the crowd. The room we were in was elegant, with a massive crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling in the center and cast crystalline rainbows across the room. It was ethereal, romantic, almost drugging in the calmness of it. I had to wonder if all of this wasn’t a way to get people drunk, set the mood and atmosphere just right, and have them reach deep into their pockets.

But hey, it was for a good cause, so I was all for that kind of subtle conversion.

The buzz was in full effect, and if I didn’t slow down, I’d go down the territory of getting good and drunk. I really should pace myself, have a big glass of water and eat something. The last thing I wanted to do was get piss-ass drunk and embarrass myself, as well as Claire and Stewart. I might be the third wheel, a pity invite because my sister knew I sat home on the weekends and did nothing—every weekend—but embarrassing and disrespecting them was a shit thing to do.

I turned back around and faced the bartender just as he set a new glass of bubbly champagne in front of me.

“Can I get some water too, please?” He gave me another nod and before I knew it, he had a glass of ice-cold water sitting right beside the champagne glass.

I drank that water in seconds flat, not realizing how thirsty I actually was. He refilled the glass before I could even ask him to and I gave him a grateful smile before turning and heading toward the hors d’oeuvre table. I had a glass in each hand, both of them cold, one to help tame my intoxication, the other meant to take me over the edge.

I sipped on the water as my heels clacked against the granite flooring, and the sounds of all the people around me chattering filled my head. A few guests loitered around the food, so I stood off to the side and finished my water, set the empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, and faced the food again.

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They called him Big for more than one reason.  Big  I had everything I could want in life. My own career, a house with property, and respect in my community.  But what I didn’t have was her.  Landry. Owner of the town’s cleaning service.  For five long years, I’d pined after her. I watched her from afar, thought only about her, hell, fantasized about Landry when I was alone. And for five years, I’d stayed celibate, because Landry was the only woman I wanted in my life in every way.  My self-control when it came to her should have won me a medal, but that tightly reined in desire had slipped and I was done holding myself back.  So I told her I needed her help—her talents in making my place livable. What she didn’t know was it was just to get her to my place, to tell her, show her she was always meant to be mine.  Landry  When I realized it was Big who wanted my services, I didn’t know if I could go through with it. I loved him, had for years, but I was inexperienced in all things romantic, so being honest and just telling him how I felt wasn’t an option.  But when I found myself in his home… with him watching me, I knew I’d fail miserably at trying to act like I didn’t want him.  And when things come on hard and fast, I know there’s no going back. I’m about to give Big every part of myself, including my virginity, but then again, I know that’s what he wants.  Me, in his life, as his. Forever.
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Chapter One

Big

They called me Big, because of my size. But also because of what I was packing between my legs. It wasn’t that I went around showing my cock to everyone or that I even slept around. It was because I’d gotten the nickname in high school, when, on a dare for charity, I streaked during a football game, my family jewels on display on the big screen.

Still, it was a stupid, drunken adolescent act, but it had stuck with me my entire life. And honestly, I just rolled with it now.

“Hey, Big. You getting more supplies for winter?”

I glanced up at Rick, the town idiot. I wasn’t saying that to be an asshole either. He was legit an idiot in the way he had absolutely no common sense, didn’t realize living in the mountains meant you had to prepare, stock up on supplies, and know how to survive, all year.

I looked down at the butcher-paper-wrapped steaks, the bag of lettuce, the six-pack of beer, and the small watermelon that wasn’t even in season and that I was spending way too much on but wanted it regardless.

I glanced back up at Rick and lifted an eyebrow. “It’s January, Rick. Winter is done here. I was stocked up before fall even breathed down our necks.” I smirked. “This is my dinner for tonight.”

He started chuckling awkwardly and rang me up, not saying anything else.

I grabbed the paper bag Rick put all my stuff into and gave him a chin tip before heading out. I was about to walk out of the store, when I looked at the large corkboard that had random business cards on it. There were babysitting flyers, help wanted ads, and notes from people selling their shit tacked to it. But it was the cleaning service flyer that instantly grabbed my attention.

It always grabbed my attention.

Landry Shepard.

I’d known of her for the last five years, a new implant to our little mountain town. Although I’d never actually spoken to her, I sure as hell wanted to. She seemed quiet, reserved almost.

I asked around when she first came here, curious about who she was, why she’d picked Stone Creek as her new residence. It wasn’t like we were massive on the map. The majority of the people who still lived here were generations old, born and bred down the line.

I’d found out she was single, had no children, and had moved here from a neighboring state. Maybe she wanted to live in the middle of nowhere, to get away from the hustle and bustle of people in city life. Hell, if my family hadn’t been generations-long residents of Stone Creek, I might have searched out a place just like this to set up shop.

Landry.

I said her name over and over again. God, it sounded good.

I didn’t know what it was about her, but from the moment I’d seen her all those years ago, I thought about her, wanted her. I wanted to talk to her, get to know her. I might be a huge motherfucker size wise, but the truth was, I felt like to the right woman, and under the right circumstances, I could be brought down to my knees.

And Landry was the only woman who had ever piqued my interest. Hell, I’d been celibate for more years than I cared to count, and it was all because of her, because I only wanted her.

I looked at that cleaning service ad, at the little hand-drawn cleaning lady vacuuming, at the soap bubbles all around the edges of the paper. I didn’t need to write down the phone number of her business. I knew it by heart. I saw this ad every time I came to town, came to the grocery store, stopped at the library, hell, picked up a cup of coffee at the town square. I had her phone number memorized, because I wanted to call her.

But I was a chickenshit, maybe afraid of rejection, maybe afraid she was hesitant of me and that’s why she never said anything, never introduced herself. But the truth was, with every passing day, it was getting a little bit harder. I was getting a little bit more frustrated with myself. I was a grown-ass man. I had a business, my own home, ten acres I called my own. I shouldn’t have been some wimp who couldn’t even talk to a woman he wanted. The first woman I’d wanted in God knows how long.

So long.

In fact, I didn’t even need to come to town, not with how much I had stocked up for the winter, not with all the supplies I had. I was so prepared I would’ve survived the apocalypse for a good couple years with everything I had stored up. But I came down here hoping I’d run into her, hoping like hell that this one time I’d have the balls to actually say something to her.

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Advertisement Just Friends Read online Jenika Snow (A Real Man #19) http://www.books2020.com/just-friends-19-read-online-jenika-snow Sat, 03 Mar 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/just-friends-19-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Authors: Jenika Snow Series: A Real Man Series by Jenika Snow
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Just friends. That’s what I thought we were … until we weren’t, until my love for Mia was too consuming that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. Until I couldn’t deny it. And when we’d lost someone close to us both—her brother, my best friend—it was that life-changing moment that I told myself to man up. It was that loss that drew us closer, that made me realize I’d been a fool to stay back. But we’d always been just friends. Two words that meant a hell of a lot more than I wanted them to. Two words that were this wall between us. Two words that I wanted gone when I looked at her. There was a time when I would have been fine with that title. But that time had passed. I was done being just friends. I was ready to finally make Mia mine. I just hoped she felt the same way.
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Pope

I tried not to be obvious and stare at her, but it was impossible. The way the swimsuit molded to her body, the toned length of her legs, the roundness of her ass. She turned around and smiled as she talked with her friends. Her breasts pressed against the suit, tapering down to her flat belly, and the sweet spot right between her legs.

I curled my hands into tight fists at my sides and breathed out slowly. I was going to hell for things I thought about where Mia was concerned.

The sister of my once best friend, she’d been in my life for as long as I could remember. She’d always just been Jonathan’s annoying little sister who wanted to tag along with us everywhere. But as we grew older, I started to feel something more, something feral about Mia.

It had been the most intense desire I’d ever felt, this consuming emotion that screamed one word in my head over and over again.

Mine.

And when Jonathan passed away in a hit and run, we’d leaned on each other for support, for comfort.

That had been five years ago, Mia just fifteen years old to my seventeen.

Jonathan’s death had been devastating to everyone, a blow to all of us.

But the years had passed, and had been kind to us as we all healed and moved forward in our lives.

Now here we were, both going to the same university, Mia on the swim team, me assistant coaching. I could’ve graduated if I were being honest, but the truth was I stayed longer extending my degree, and it was all because I wanted to stay close to Mia.

I loved her, was in love with her, but after everything that had happened, I knew being just friends was probably the best course of action. Although thinking that really fucking put me in a sour mood.

So I made sure I was close enough to protect her, that I kept all the other guys away. And they sure as fuck came sniffing around, thinking they could have her.

If she went to the library to study, I was her study partner. If she went to a party, I was right there with her, mean-mugging every little asshole who wobbled over in a drunken state to try and get a piece of her.

If she’d told me to back off, that I was smothering her, I would’ve listened. I would’ve kept my distance, still making sure she was safe. I had to because her brother was no longer in the picture. And I knew Jonathan would want me to protect her.

That’s what I told myself anyway, a huge reason I did what I did. Because I saw her as mine, and I didn’t want anyone else near her.

I watched as she took her stance on the starting blocks, bent over and got into position. She was gorgeous and svelte ... perfect.

I stayed off in a corner and watched as she dove in, racing against several other swimmers. Of course she kicked their asses. Mia had a bright future ahead of her where swimming was concerned.

And wherever she went, I’d follow, because staying back and watching from the sidelines as she had a life without me in it was too fucking painful.

I was at that point where “just friends” wasn’t good enough anymore.

Mia

I pumped my arms as I swam faster, turning my head and sucking in a lungful of air before doing the process all over again. I focused only on myself and not my teammates on either side of me. But I could feel his gaze on me, as if he were in the water with me and his hands were on me, holding me, guiding me.

Pope.

He’d been my brother’s best friend for as long as I could remember. He’d been the person I looked up to along with my brother, as if he were family, as if he were my protector. I’d been Jonathan’s little sister running around after them, tagging along. And never once did they complain.

Never once did they say I couldn’t go, that I was annoying.

They’d embraced me, let me go everywhere with them. But as I grew older, I started seeing Pope as something more than Jonathan’s friend, something more than an unofficial member of our family.

I saw him as something more than just my friend.

I started seeing him as the guy I wanted in my life as mine. He was smart and driven, athletic and honest. He was caring and the one person I had leaned on the most after Jonathan passed away.

And it was all of that stuff wrapped up tightly that had me falling hopelessly in love with him.

I reached the end of the pool after my laps and braced a hand on the edge, taking my other one and pulling off my goggles. I looked at the time board. Although this was just practice, I was pleased that I’d beaten the rest of the swimmers.

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