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And the sex…
Jesus. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, reliving it. It was amazing. Passionate. Crazy. Sometimes two people just fit when it came to sex…and him and Noelle definitely fit. More than fit.
Tristan was still hard, even now, like some horny teenager. He remembered Noelle’s frantic moans and sighs and her tired, incredulous laugh once he’d rung every ounce of pleasure from her body. He couldn’t wait to do it again, couldn’t wait to feel her heat sliding around him, stroking his cock until he was desperate. Even now, he was considering waking her up for more.
He grinned and shook his head, relaxed and actually excited about something, about someone, which hadn’t happened in a long time. Tomorrow night couldn’t come fast enough. He wanted to plan something special, just for her.
His phone rang. The abrupt sound cut through the peaceful silence like a knife and he felt Noelle stir next to him, coming awake.
With a silent groan, he lifted the sheets off his naked body and bent down to retrieve his slacks, locating his phone in the front pocket.
He looked down at the screen and Tristan’s good mood immediately soured when he saw who was calling. A change came over him. He could feel the walls coming back up, rebuilding, shielding him and preparing him mentally. He could feel himself become colder, closed off.
He became Tristan Blackwell, son of John Blackwell, one of the most powerful men alive. But with power came terror. Tristan had learned that the hard way.
“What is it?” Noelle asked softly, sensing the change, worry evident on her features.
“Nothing,” he told her. He padded towards the hallway. “I have to take this. Go back to bed.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, watching him.
Once in the living room, he took a deep breath. He accepted the call.
“Father,” Tristan greeted.
His father’s voice filled his ear, making Tristan flinch. It was an automatic reaction, a product of years and years of his father’s continual, overbearing presence. In some ways, Tristan was still a small boy, growing up under his father’s tyrannical rule.
John Blackwell didn’t believe in pleasantries when it came to anyone except potential business partners. Then, he could really turn on the charm. But Tristan was simply his son, just another one of John’s pawns in the game of money and pleasure. He always bore the brunt of John’s wrath.
Dread formed in the pit of Tristan’s stomach as he listened to his father’s words boom. He let them fill his mind until they repeated over and over again.
In a mocking tone, John Blackwell said, “Your fiancée is coming into town in a couple of weeks.”
Your fiancée. Your fiancée. Your fiancée.
“I just got off the phone with her father. So don’t f*ck this up for me, do you understand?”
Tristan hated his father in that moment. Then again, Tristan was pretty certain he’d hated his father his entire life. Not just for what he did to him, but for what he did to Aria.
Your fiancée.
Isabelle was coming into town…
Tristan cursed.
End of Part One
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Why He Wants It: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1
By Sarah Brooks
A New Hot Alpha Billionaire Romance - Discover Why He WANTS It...A Bestselling Series by Sarah Brooks!
Liz didn't want to stay at her boss' house. After all, he's her best friend's father. But what should she do? She had no choice. She knew it might cause trouble...and there is a reason why Harrison WANTS it!
THIS might change her whole life!
Readers should be 18 and over due to mature situations and language.
Chapter 1
“I can’t go any faster Bella.”
“Well we have two hot guys waiting to dance with us, so I think you should try.”
“I’m going. I’m going. Why don’t you go say hi to your Dad upstairs or something? I’ll work faster on my own. I’ll come up when I’m done.”
“Alright. But 15 minutes, tops!”
“Ok.”
Elizabeth Cleveland, or Liz, was always working, and her best friend Isabella Wellington was never working. It was the one thing the two of them always could count on. Luckily Isabella, Bella, was so busy with her socialite life that she hardly noticed how much Liz actually worked.