MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) by Sabrina Sims McAfee Page B
Authors: Sabrina Sims McAfee
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to hire a private investigator to help me find her. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
Chapter Six
Hilton Head Island
K atherine Balfour stood in front of the mirror inside her luxurious bathroom, brushing her long red hair. Thinking about her stepson, Zeke, her expression grew taut and derisive. Oh, Zeke . Spoiled, ungrateful, Zeke.
Zeke had been given everything he’d ever wanted since the day he’d been born. Never having to work hard for anything, her husband Colton cherished the ground Zeke walked on. Colton acted as if Zeke could never do any wrong; however, when it came to her sons—Bane and Antonio—all Colton did was complain.
Colton constantly complained about how her sons were too lazy. Too irresponsible. Just the other day, he’d reminded them of how neither of them had gone to college after graduating from high school. Why in the hell would they go to college when they were already wealthy? Not to mention, their father was a freaking billionaire. Her sons didn’t need money, that was for sure.
With her hair looking straight and silky, Katherine lay the brush on the counter. Hefting the toothbrush in one hand, she lathered it with toothpaste with the other and began brushing her teeth.
So what, Zeke had been the only son out of three to go to college? That didn’t mean Zeke was any better than her own children. Although Zeke had graduated from high school with a four-point-nine grade point average, he wasn’t any smarter than her grown sons, Antonio and Bane. The children she’d pushed from her body. Her own flesh and blood. I was a fool for letting Colton talk me into taking Zeke into my home. Every time I look at him, I’m reminded of Colton’s ugly affair with Bridget. Well, Zeke will never get his hands on the fortune my sons deserve. Never.
Katherine knew she’d been a damn fool to take Zeke into her home after his mother, Bridget, had died. Considering Zeke’s mother had had an affair with her husband, Katherine felt she didn’t owe Zeke a thing. She didn’t owe him love. Damn sure didn’t owe the bastard any money. She owed spoiled Zeke nothing. Zilt. Zero.
Back when Bridget was alive, had she known the little bastard Zeke would end up living with her, perhaps, just perhaps, she never would’ve killed Zeke’s mother.
Katherine rinsed her mouth, gargled it with Scope, then wiped her mouth with a white washcloth. Breath minty fresh, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Messing around with my husband and getting pregnant from him, Bridget deserved to die. I’m glad I killed her,” she mumbled.
A wicked smile tilted Katherine’s lips. She hefted the bottle of expensive perfume from the counter and sprayed her neck. Wearing a long, red silk nightgown, she strolled out of the bathroom and into her luxurious bedroom. Standing beside her king-size bed with a diamond headboard, she turned back the silky comforter and climbed on top of the mattress.
She hefted the remote from the pillow and clicked on the television. Flipping through the stations, sexual desire for Colton zapped through Katherine’s veins. Aroused, her clitoris tingled. Shaking her head, she lowered the remote back to the pillow Colton slept on. “All he does is work, work, work. It’d be nice if he came home and made love to me sometimes. Hell, for all I know, he may be impotent.” Katherine shrugged. Thinking about how she lived in one of the finest subdivisions in Hilton Head Island, her eyes roamed over her spacious master suite, made for a Queen.
Married to a very wealthy man, living in
Chapter Six
Hilton Head Island
K atherine Balfour stood in front of the mirror inside her luxurious bathroom, brushing her long red hair. Thinking about her stepson, Zeke, her expression grew taut and derisive. Oh, Zeke . Spoiled, ungrateful, Zeke.
Zeke had been given everything he’d ever wanted since the day he’d been born. Never having to work hard for anything, her husband Colton cherished the ground Zeke walked on. Colton acted as if Zeke could never do any wrong; however, when it came to her sons—Bane and Antonio—all Colton did was complain.
Colton constantly complained about how her sons were too lazy. Too irresponsible. Just the other day, he’d reminded them of how neither of them had gone to college after graduating from high school. Why in the hell would they go to college when they were already wealthy? Not to mention, their father was a freaking billionaire. Her sons didn’t need money, that was for sure.
With her hair looking straight and silky, Katherine lay the brush on the counter. Hefting the toothbrush in one hand, she lathered it with toothpaste with the other and began brushing her teeth.
So what, Zeke had been the only son out of three to go to college? That didn’t mean Zeke was any better than her own children. Although Zeke had graduated from high school with a four-point-nine grade point average, he wasn’t any smarter than her grown sons, Antonio and Bane. The children she’d pushed from her body. Her own flesh and blood. I was a fool for letting Colton talk me into taking Zeke into my home. Every time I look at him, I’m reminded of Colton’s ugly affair with Bridget. Well, Zeke will never get his hands on the fortune my sons deserve. Never.
Katherine knew she’d been a damn fool to take Zeke into her home after his mother, Bridget, had died. Considering Zeke’s mother had had an affair with her husband, Katherine felt she didn’t owe Zeke a thing. She didn’t owe him love. Damn sure didn’t owe the bastard any money. She owed spoiled Zeke nothing. Zilt. Zero.
Back when Bridget was alive, had she known the little bastard Zeke would end up living with her, perhaps, just perhaps, she never would’ve killed Zeke’s mother.
Katherine rinsed her mouth, gargled it with Scope, then wiped her mouth with a white washcloth. Breath minty fresh, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. “Messing around with my husband and getting pregnant from him, Bridget deserved to die. I’m glad I killed her,” she mumbled.
A wicked smile tilted Katherine’s lips. She hefted the bottle of expensive perfume from the counter and sprayed her neck. Wearing a long, red silk nightgown, she strolled out of the bathroom and into her luxurious bedroom. Standing beside her king-size bed with a diamond headboard, she turned back the silky comforter and climbed on top of the mattress.
She hefted the remote from the pillow and clicked on the television. Flipping through the stations, sexual desire for Colton zapped through Katherine’s veins. Aroused, her clitoris tingled. Shaking her head, she lowered the remote back to the pillow Colton slept on. “All he does is work, work, work. It’d be nice if he came home and made love to me sometimes. Hell, for all I know, he may be impotent.” Katherine shrugged. Thinking about how she lived in one of the finest subdivisions in Hilton Head Island, her eyes roamed over her spacious master suite, made for a Queen.
Married to a very wealthy man, living in
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