Boxed Set: Traitorous Heart Volumes 1-6 (The Traitorous Heart Series) by Breena Wilde Page A
Authors: Breena Wilde
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been her gift to me on my twenty-first birthday. My mom’s lawyer had shown up at school and advised me of its existence. He’d explained that I was never to tell my father. Mom wanted to keep it a secret. Sometimes I wondered why. What made her keep a billion dollar secret from my father? I doubted I’d ever find out, but I would keep her secret. It was easy.
My dad and I never talked. We argued and occasionally had a drink or a cigar together, but never fucking had a conversation.
If and when my dad decided to stop providing the lifestyle I was used to I’d tap into my mother’s gift, but only if necessary. I was still banking on Crushed Velvet making it big.
I leaned forward, wondering where the fuck that waitress was with my drink, when Katie walked back into the restaurant. She appeared frantic. Some unknown instinct demanded I help, but I resisted and kept my ass firmly planted.
The hostess walked over to her and they spoke. Katie kept indicating the table she’d been sitting at.
They walked over together and Katie picked up a pink scarf. Relief washed over her face. I wondered what was so special about it that she would make such an effort for something so trivial.
I watched her wrap it around her neck and thank the hostess. She glanced quickly over. Her beautiful eyes caught mine. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my father and his fucking ramblings forgotten.
I gave into my instinct, stood, and tossed the linen napkin from my lap onto the table.
“Where do you think you’re going? Our dinner hasn’t arrived.”
I glanced at him. Time seemed to stand still as I took in his furious features.
“I’ve got to go. Something urgent has come up.”
His mouth fell open. I was publicly shunning my dad, something that went against everything I’d been taught. With him I wasn’t a man of nearly thirty, but a boy. A needy, lost boy. And I despised the feeling.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” My father leaned into the table, his blue eyes shining with fury.
“See you next week.” I dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table just to rub salt into his freshly fileted wound and turned away.
Katie had already gone back outside. If she were taking a cab she’d be gone already. I hoped not, but either way I was done sitting through another scolding from dear old dad.
“Have a good night, Mr. Maxwell,” the hostess said.
“Thank you.” I didn’t bother to look in her direction. I focused on what was happening beyond the doors. I was looking for Katie.
Every fiber in my body wanted her, desired her.
Her body feathers mine
Fire stokes my veins
Intimate desire
She calls out my name…
The words fill my mind. I want to pause and type them into my phone so I won’t forget them. But I don’t have time.
Katie was at the curb, trying to hail a cab. I couldn’t help but admire her slim waist, the curve of her hips, and the way her calves flexed as she stood on her tiptoes. Her body was hot, even in the darkness.
She swayed and nearly fell backward. I stepped out and caught her just in time. Beneath the soft scent of her hair was the smell of alcohol.
“I have you,” I whispered, my lips touching the soft skin on her cheek.
She shuddered, her face turning so that her eyes could search mine.
That was all it took.
I was going to break my cardinal rule and fuck the same girl twice, and I was good with it. Fucking great, in fact. My lips found hers and I turned her so that her body, wrapped in that ridiculously gorgeous outfit, pressed against mine.
She felt good there, in my arms, with her lips against mine.
I pulled away just long enough to read her expression. Fuck yeah this was happening.
“Let me get a cab.” My words sounded gravelly.
In response she undid the button on my jacket and slid her hands around my waist. “Hurry,” was all she said.
CHAPTER 4
Katie
I wa s like an addict and Griffin was my fix. I craved him. Every cell in my
My dad and I never talked. We argued and occasionally had a drink or a cigar together, but never fucking had a conversation.
If and when my dad decided to stop providing the lifestyle I was used to I’d tap into my mother’s gift, but only if necessary. I was still banking on Crushed Velvet making it big.
I leaned forward, wondering where the fuck that waitress was with my drink, when Katie walked back into the restaurant. She appeared frantic. Some unknown instinct demanded I help, but I resisted and kept my ass firmly planted.
The hostess walked over to her and they spoke. Katie kept indicating the table she’d been sitting at.
They walked over together and Katie picked up a pink scarf. Relief washed over her face. I wondered what was so special about it that she would make such an effort for something so trivial.
I watched her wrap it around her neck and thank the hostess. She glanced quickly over. Her beautiful eyes caught mine. I felt my breath catch in my throat, my father and his fucking ramblings forgotten.
I gave into my instinct, stood, and tossed the linen napkin from my lap onto the table.
“Where do you think you’re going? Our dinner hasn’t arrived.”
I glanced at him. Time seemed to stand still as I took in his furious features.
“I’ve got to go. Something urgent has come up.”
His mouth fell open. I was publicly shunning my dad, something that went against everything I’d been taught. With him I wasn’t a man of nearly thirty, but a boy. A needy, lost boy. And I despised the feeling.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me.” My father leaned into the table, his blue eyes shining with fury.
“See you next week.” I dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table just to rub salt into his freshly fileted wound and turned away.
Katie had already gone back outside. If she were taking a cab she’d be gone already. I hoped not, but either way I was done sitting through another scolding from dear old dad.
“Have a good night, Mr. Maxwell,” the hostess said.
“Thank you.” I didn’t bother to look in her direction. I focused on what was happening beyond the doors. I was looking for Katie.
Every fiber in my body wanted her, desired her.
Her body feathers mine
Fire stokes my veins
Intimate desire
She calls out my name…
The words fill my mind. I want to pause and type them into my phone so I won’t forget them. But I don’t have time.
Katie was at the curb, trying to hail a cab. I couldn’t help but admire her slim waist, the curve of her hips, and the way her calves flexed as she stood on her tiptoes. Her body was hot, even in the darkness.
She swayed and nearly fell backward. I stepped out and caught her just in time. Beneath the soft scent of her hair was the smell of alcohol.
“I have you,” I whispered, my lips touching the soft skin on her cheek.
She shuddered, her face turning so that her eyes could search mine.
That was all it took.
I was going to break my cardinal rule and fuck the same girl twice, and I was good with it. Fucking great, in fact. My lips found hers and I turned her so that her body, wrapped in that ridiculously gorgeous outfit, pressed against mine.
She felt good there, in my arms, with her lips against mine.
I pulled away just long enough to read her expression. Fuck yeah this was happening.
“Let me get a cab.” My words sounded gravelly.
In response she undid the button on my jacket and slid her hands around my waist. “Hurry,” was all she said.
CHAPTER 4
Katie
I wa s like an addict and Griffin was my fix. I craved him. Every cell in my
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