by G. Bailey
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
Prologue
Chapter One
Elliot King has only ever wanted one girl.
Allie Lewis has only ever avoided one boy.
Family secrets have kept them apart for years, but Elliot and Allie can’t resist each other anymore.
They say opposites attract but in Elliot’s and Allie’s case, they have to make sure they don’t kill each other first.
Follow the King Brothers in Book Three of the Series.
HEA and could be read as a stand-alone but it’s recommended to read the first two of the series.
18+ due to violence, sexual scenes and language.
© Copyright 2017 by G.Bailey
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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List of G. Bailey’s books-
The King Brother’s Series-
Izzy’s Beginning (Book one)
Sebastian’s Chance (Book two)
Elliot’s Secret (Book three)
Harley’s Fall (coming soon)
Luke’s Revenge (coming soon)
Her Guardians Series-
Winter’s Guardian (Book one)
Winter’s Kiss (Book two)
Winter’s Promise (Book three)
Winter’s War (coming soon)
Saved by Pirates series-
Escape the sea (Book One)
Strip For Me Serial-
Part One
Part Two
Dedication
For all the Star-Crossed Lovers out there.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Epilogue
“Don’t you think there is always something unspoken between two people?”
- Tennessee Williams
Chapter One
Allie
"This is pointless." Emilia sulks, pushing away her study books. I hold in a small chuckle as they nearly fall from the table, but she really doesn’t seem to care.
"I agree. This is difficult. Why does Professor douche bag want a ten- thousand- word essay on this business shit?" I huff as a reply.
"Maybe because you pissed him off by asking if he had a wig on." She raises an eyebrow at me, and I laugh remembering his face.
"Yeah, maybe that was a bad idea, but come on; the man has really weird hair. It must be a wig." I tell her and she laughs. I walk over to the fridge in the apartment I share. My roommates are Emilia, Gage, my best friend Izzy and her boyfriend Blake. All in all honestly, it’s nice to live with them all; we don’t have too many arguments.
"Want a drink?" I ask, getting a can of diet Coke out of the fridge.
"No thanks, Allie, I have to go out." She puts her long curly hair up in a messy bun that looks perfect even when she isn't looking at what she is doing. My roommate is half Italian with very curly dark brown hair and golden skin that always looks like she just walked out of a sun bed. She really is very pretty but she dresses in big hoodies and plain jeans all the time. I know she has a killer body hidden underneath those clothes somewhere but she doesn’t care about that.
"A date?" I wag my eyebrows at her, looking at her plain black baggy shirt and skinny jeans; I hope she isn’t planning on going on a date like that.
"You know I don't date. My family would kill anyone I tried to date and I'm not joking." She laughs but it sounds like a forced humour. I know she has two older brothers and a very over- protective dad, who comes to check on her regularly.
"You need to get laid then," I say sitting back down in front of my open laptop.
"So do you. Haven't you got another date with Gage tonight?" She asks. I inwardly groan at the idea of another date with my other annoying but hot roommate. Yes, he is hot enough to set any girl’s body alight but there’s just something missing. There’s always something missing in every guy I try to date.
"Yeah, I have studying to do. Well, that's what I told him." I tell her and she frowns at me as I drink from my can.
"Right, what's wrong with him? Ever since I've known you, every guy you've been on a date with has some small issue, so you don't bother again. Is anyone going to be good enough?" Her face softens when mine drops. A face comes to mind straight away, with black messy hair and dark green eyes. Hell no, I can't be thinking about that pain in the ass. Yes, I may have been on a few dates in the last few months but they have all been too nice or annoying. Or there was that one who liked to talk about how hot his auntie is. That was a major turn off.
"I've only been on a few dates." I roll my eyes at her.
"I counted, it's been twelve dates in three months and everyone has been attractive. Most of them sweet." She laughs when I shake my head at her.
"Well, they have all been boring. Gage is nice but only goes on about himself. He talks too much." I reply, chucking my empty can in the recycling bin. I have to admit what she is saying is true, I am way too picky. I really can’t stand guys that talk about themselves all the time. The boring conversations about how long they have spent in the gym and Gage is not the type of guy to be modest about himself. Why is my first thought that a certain man with an amazing body, only says what he wants and doesn't talk too much? I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since he took my hand when my best friend was in labour with her son and his nephew. Everything went wrong a few months ago on that day. Luckily she pulled through it and my handsome little nephew, Jake, was born. Maisy
might not be my birth sister but we agree that she might as well have been. I grew up with her and I love her like family anyway. I have an actual brother but we aren’t as close as I am with Maisy.
My phone goes off in my jeans pocket and I pull it out, as I look down I see it’s Izzy King, my best friend.
Izzy: look at this cute outfit! Do you think Jake would suit it? X
This is followed by a cute baby outfit with dragons on it.
Me: It's amazing, a must buy x
Izzy: I agree. I'm staying at Harley's tonight so I’ll see you tomorrow. X
Me: See you then bestie. Love ya x
Izzy: Love ya too my crazy bestie x
I laugh putting away my phone.
"Looks like we will get some sleep tonight, as Izzy is staying at her brother’s,” I tell Emilia.
"That's good, I like them both but man they are loud when they get at it," Emilia says, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. I can’t help myself when I say,
"Well at least we know she enjoys it, the screaming is a good reaction I think." I laugh when Emilia’s face goes bright red.
"Right, on that note I’m off, so I’ll see you later, Al," she says, picking up her coat and bag. One look out the window at the pouring rain and I know she will need the coat.
“See you later,” I say and she gives me a small hug before walking to the door.
I wave goodbye and going back to my laptop. I spent way too long trying to write something useful before slamming it shut and leaning back in my chair. I don’t know what’s wrong with me at the moment, not even dancing is chilling me out like it used to. I now run a dance class every Saturday morning since my old instructor got pregnant and left. I love it and recently I convinced Izzy to come to one of my classes. Let’s say that it didn’t go well, she dances like a fish on land, literally flopping about. A few more weeks and hopefully I can teach her some things. I wasn’t very good when I started either, but I like to think I am now. Thankfully, with the new extension at the gym being built, we got a bigger room that is for now unused and it’s where no one can look in. The number of creepy guys that would look through the windows in the old room was annoying.
I decide to call my older brother Tristan, to see if he is okay. I'm really worried about him recently, because he is arguing with my dad and so he blocks me out. Things are getting worse because he keeps turning up with black eyes and bruises. Tris just pretends that he argued with someone over a girl but I know when he is lying. I grew up with the little fucker; he could never lie to me. His ears always go a little pink and he messes with them. I’m thankful he never grew out of that, even if he is now eighteen. There are only ten months between us, my mum got pregnant really quickly with me after his birth. We used to be really close but the last few years; he has pulled away from me. The same time he decided to get many tattoos and several piercings.
"Hey, my handsome single brother. Are you going to settle down soon? I would like sister." I say winding him up slightly. I really think there might be someone, because recently I haven't seen any one night stands leaving the house and he hasn’t been coming back too late. People have told me my brother is good-looking, I really don’t know if he is. My brother has short black hair, a swimmer’s build and prefers to wear messy clothing. Somehow, he manages to sleep with most of my classmates.
"There isn't anyone that could cope with you as a sister, and hello to you, too, Allie," he mutters sounding tired.
"Well, I think there is. We shouldn't have secrets you know, we made that pact when we were like seven." I say.
"We are not kids anymore Allie," he says, making me feel like sinking into my seat.
"I know," I say quietly reminding myself that my only blood relative who gives a shit, is being cold with me. It’s bothering me because he is usually always there for me or happy to speak to me, but he isn’t now. I don't get it.
"Sorry Allie, it's just dad doesn't want you involved and I agree. There’s a lot going on, and," he stops with a groan and I can hear him moving around in the background.
"Involved in what?" I say, getting angry with him. I feel like we are just repeating the same conversation time and time again. Tristan never kept big secrets from me growing up and I always told him everything. Our mum was gone, doing god knows what, but I know she couldn't handle being around us and dad popped in when he wanted to because of work. We had a live-in nanny who hated us and so, we decided to look after each other.
"Allie don't, and another thing, stay away from Elliot King." He says, in a warning tone I’m not used to hearing from him. At least not around me.
"Why? I'm best friends with both his sister and sister-in-law." I mutter, not knowing why he cares.
"He is bad news, Allie. Promise me you won't get involved with him." He tells me.
"We don't even talk, so don't worry," I say thinking back to when he took my hand at the hospital, telling me that whatever happens, we would handle it together. I was so scared about the chance of losing my best friend that I didn't realise I needed the support until Elliot gave it to me. He held me close and made me feel safe, a feeling I’ve never had around Elliot before.
"Fine, just stay away from him. I have to go. Dad’s home tomorrow, can you be here?" He asks knowing I won't say no. The thing is, I’m sure my dad does care about me. I've heard him shouting at Tristan but always stops when I'm near. I seem to have a calming effect on him but I wonder if it's because I look like my mum whom I know he never got over leaving him. Sometimes I see him looking at me and not really seeing me. He always tells me I’m a lot like her, I have her personality but I can’t be too much like her. I would never leave my children with nannies all of their childhood and go off to marry other guys. I regretted checking my Facebook last night, when I saw that she had gotten divorced again. That’s husband number five gone.
"Sure see you then," I say eventually and not waiting for him to reply before putting the phone down. The living room has two large glass windows that go onto a balcony overlooking the University Park. It’s filled with people running to class and it makes me feel lonely. I have great friends but they have their own lives, and now Tristan and my dad are distant with me. I try to distract myself from my thoughts by looking at the balcony, it is currently filled with potted herbs and flowers, a thing Emilia likes to do.
"Hey, sexy Allie," Gage says sitting down next to me at the table and making me jump out of my skin. I didn’t hear him come in.
"Hey, Gage," I mutter, turning to smile at him. It's a shame he’s such a vain guy, as he is good-looking with his short blonde hair, with nice tight clothes showing off his toned body and I’ve seen him walking around shirtless. He has a sexy six pack. Gage plays Rugby with Tristan and more recently, Blake. I think playing like they do keeps them in really good shape but unfortunately, makes Gage love himself too much.
"Why don't you let me take you out tonight sexy Allie?" He runs his finger up my arm as he speaks.
"I told you I'm behind on coursework, so I can't," I say which isn't a total lie. I have some coursework that I need to do but I'm not behind on it.
"Well, why don't I just make you dinner? We could cuddle in my room, or yours." He winks, which really doesn't work for me.
"No, really, I am busy," I say and I'm so lucky when at that moment Blake walks in carrying shopping.
"Want some help putting that away? I want your advice anyway on a birthday present for Harley." I ask referring to the oldest King Brother. Despite me and Elliot hating each other, I get along really well with the rest of his family. Mainly because of how close I am to Maisy and Izzy. I think my cooking has a lot to do with it as well; I always try to bring some kind of food over.
"Sure and oh Gage, Gina Louis was looking for you. Something about leaving you your wallet at hers, last night." Blake says with a small smirk. He knows how much Gage has been hitting on me and he doesn't think Gage is a good guy for me. Blake has become a more of an overprotective brother than Tristan is. The
only problem is, he wants me to be with Elliot and has told me that on more than one occasion.
"Err, thanks" Gage mutters with a glare in Blake’s direction. I watch as he turns to me and opens his mouth to say something. I walk off before he can say anything; I head towards Blake and taking a shopping bag from him.
"So did you really want advice, or an escape?" he chuckles as he puts the bags down. I put mine down and start pulling out food to put away.
"An escape. Harley asked me to make him a birthday cake as a present. Typical." I laugh; I roll my eyes putting the milk away.
"He is a smart man; I want the same in a few weeks, just so you know. So have you talked to Elliot recently?" he asks.
Blake ducks when I throw a loaf of bread at him that I just pulled out the bag.
"Will everyone stop trying to make us get together? It isn't going to happen.” I tell him with a glare and the bastard just laughs.
“It's because everyone can see how much you want each other. The only ones that don't see it are you two." Blake’s says and pulls out some chocolate bars.
“Anyway, what cake do you want? I think your favourite one was the chocolate fudge, right?" I say he shakes his head at me. He knows I’m changing the subject and I watch as he moves his messy blonde hair out of his eyes. I have to tell him he needs that hair cut soon.
“Anything you make is great, Allie and one day you will see I’m right. I’ve known you both long enough.” He says and turns to put some freezer food away.
I think back to when I was thirteen.
"Hey, Elliot is looking at you again," Maisy my best friend whispers to me. I blush brightly thinking of the hottest guy in school. Elliot King is perfect with his black hair that is always messy and wavy. Every girl is talking about the King twins but Sebastian is dating Maisy now so Elliot is the only one left. There’s a younger brother, too, but he isn’t in our year.
I look over at Elliot, who is sitting with his younger brother Luke, chatting. Elliot looks good in anything even our blue uniform tops. As if he feels me looking his eyes turn to meet mine. Dark green eyes like all the Kings have lock onto my blue ones. I wave slightly as he grins at me.