Three days later, we were sitting on the couch feeding Cadence when my cell rang. Realizing it was an unknown number, I stepped outside to take the call. Sure enough, Cadence wasn’t my son. I had never cried in my life, not even at my sister’s funeral. But the day I found out Cadence wasn’t my blood; I fell to my knees and sobbed. For months, that little guy was my only concern. Before he took his first breath, he was my life.
I hated to walk away from my little man, but he wasn’t my son. When Cadence went down for a nap, I confronted that manipulating, cheating whore, Cassianna. “Terminado,” I hissed.
Her eyes went wide with shock. “Done? Done with what?” she questioned, her eyes filling with tears.
“Done with you, living this lie.” I pushed past her and went into our room to pack all my belongings.
“What lie, Ryder?”
I decided to take only a few things so I could get the hell away from her before I did something I might have regretted. I’ve never thought about striking a woman out of rage, I only give pain consensually and pleasurable, but her betrayal and playing stupid tempted me.
“He isn’t mine, Cassianna! Cadence isn’t my son.” Her jaw dropped as reality bitch-smacked her in the face. “Explicame, en este momento! Explain why you led me to believe he was my child you were carrying. What? You didn’t think I would notice he’s ten shades darker than he should be? That he has not a single feature of mine?” She just stood, dumbfounded and lost for words. “I left money in the bank for Cadence, not for you. Every fucking penny spent better be for him, only him. Don’t call me. Don’t reach out to me in any motherfucking way. I’ll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers and begin the process of taking me off Cadence’s birth certificate.” With that, I picked up my shit and drove away. It’s been eight months since I left, and I haven’t heard a peep out of Cassie, until recently.
When I called Dean and told him what a conniving bitch Cassianna was, he eagerly offered me to become COO of his company and persuaded me to leave Indiana and come to Miami. Mostly, I’ve been working from home, going over member applications and making sure memberships are being paid. Over the last two weeks, I’ve been in and out of the club evaluating and meeting our girls. Last night, Dean demanded I come in and see his star performer, Piper. He’s gone on about how hypnotizing her moves are, how she brings in more money on her three nights a week than all the other girls combined for one week. After the show she gave me, I know why. She has the body of a goddess, perfectly sculpted. And her eyes, those magnificent fucking eyes, see right through me, baring my dark soul for her to see.
At first, I planned to watch from a distance, but when I saw the silhouette of her flawless curves, I had to get closer to her. When the lights shined and illuminated her long, blonde hair, and supernatural blue eyes, my dick went from a slight chub to a full hard-on faster than jets fly. Now, I can’t get her out of my damn head. I long to fuck her, and to flog the skin off her glorious ass for turning me on without permission, invading my dreams and taking control, and making me want her so goddamn much. No one has affected me so quickly, fucking nobody.
Restless and unable to fall back asleep, I dress for the gym and shoot Dean a text, telling him to meet me in twenty minutes. If I have to lift weights all day and tear my muscles to keep Piper from consuming my mind, dammit, that’s what I’ll do. I don’t lose control. I crave no one, and I refuse to let Piper be the exception.
Other books by Julie Bailes
Shattered & Shaken Book 1 http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Shaken-Book-1-ebook/dp/B00FA61KNU/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442198368&sr=8-1&keywords=shattered+and+shaken
All for Allie Book 2 http://www.amazon.com/All-Allie-Shaken-Julie-Bailes-ebook/dp/B00H57P6RI/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442198447&sr=8-1&keywords=all+for+allie
Shattered & Mended Book 3 http://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Mended-Shaken-Book-2-ebook/dp/B00JRJWLKW/ref=sr_1_2_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442198447&sr=8-2&keywords=all+for+allie
Sexed into Submission http://www.amazon.com/Sexed-into-Submission-Julie-Bailes-ebook/dp/B00MP1ZJBW/ref=sr_1_1_twi_kin_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1442198613&sr=8-1&keywords=sexed+into+submission+ebook
Acknowledgements
First, I have to give thanks to God for allowing me to be able to do what I love. Yes, some may judge me for the material I write, but in the end, I only have to answer to one person. Remember His word, “Judge, and you shall be judged”. To my amazing husband, thank you for supporting me and my dreams.
Kellie Montgomery, my baby mama, my editor… you’ve supported me from the very beginning. When others would snarl their noses or ignore my emails, you never did. You, my love, are yin to my yang. You’ve been there for me since day one, and words can’t explain how thankful I am to call you my friend. Silla Webb, the peanut butter to my chocolate, we’re a deadly, southern combination. You are one of the most real and supportive people I have ever met. You’re passionate, selfless, and all around amazing. Your future is big, darlin’.
Hilary MF Storm! That name alone speaks for itself. We are states a part, but close at heart. We may not have time to talk to one another every day, but our friendship knows no distance. No matter what we’re doing, no matter the time, we’re there for the other when it matters most. Thank you for always being by my side, accepting my crazy, loving me for it, and promising to be my roomie if we’re ever committed. We come up with things only you and I could think of doing. Our brains are always storming. Who knew after that one email of, well you know of who and what, that we’d still be going strong two years later. We’ve shared moments! And you and I (BailStorm), we are an explosive package.
Alyvia Paige! Oh, my word, woman! Where do I begin? You are the half of my brain that doesn’t write. You are my sister from another mister, or… my twin who was stolen at birth. I’m still looking into sibling DNA testing. Like Hilary, you accept my crazy. You have my best interest at heart and you’re always looking out for me. Most of all, you believe in me, and I thank you for that.
To the one and only, fanfreakintabulous, Golden! He really is furious! The photos, this cover… Just, WOW! Thank you for brining life to my words, G. You are humble, honest, and loyal. Your awesomeness is almost too much for me to handle.
To Darren, my best friend, thank you for taking the time to drive to AL and do the shoot for this cover. You are an amazing man and friend. There’s no one else I’d rather have at my side, representing me, and embracing my crazy.
To my AMAZING readers… YOU ROCK! Y’alls awesomeness knows no bounds. You are the reason I write. Thank you for taking a chance on me. There aren’t enough words to explain how grateful I am for each and every single one of you. I’m an author of many genres, and it takes a special kind of person to understand me. With every email, I smile. With each review, I dance. Positive or negative, I’m just happy to introduce my characters to you.
Beginning August 2015, all my erotic novels will be written under Jewel Nicole, only.
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