Lovesick E-Book

L.A. Pepper

• Herausgeber: WS
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 108

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

He was a billionaire bad boy, my best friends brother, and I was hopelessly in love.  When I saw him again at her wedding, he looked at me like I was a woman.

I gave him my virginity, and it was worth the wait, it was electric though I knew this was nothing but a dream.

His father called me a whore and paid me to leave.

He was engaged to another beautiful woman.  I was heartbroken and lovesick.  I thought I would never recover from losing my true love.

But I was not lovesick, I had a secret, I was pregnant with his baby.

He could never know the truth because I refused to be the gold digger they said I was.

The first moment I saw her, I wanted her. 

When she turned out to be the girl I used to know, I craved her even more.

One night with her made me addicted to her love, but I'd lost her.

When I found her again, she was with another man.

I had never been denied what I wanted and I wanted her!

Her boyfriend wouldn't, my father couldn't, even she wouldn't get in the way of making her mine!

Leseprobe

Lovesick

A Billionaire Best Friends Brother Secret Baby Romance

L.A Pepper

© Copyright 2019 - All rights reserved.

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

About LA Pepper

Chapter One: Hopeless

Chapter Two: Mesmerized

Chapter Three: Secrets

Chapter Four: Enchanted

Chapter Five: Devastated

Chapter Six: Desperate

Chapter Seven: Barely Functional

Chapter Eight: Nauseated

Chapter Nine: Dizzy

Chapter Ten: Lightheaded

Chapter Eleven: Cravings

Chapter Twelve: Glowing

Chapter Thirteen: Delirious

Connect with LA

About LA Pepper

Like you, LA loves contemporary romance stories and is an avid reader.

She’s had her heart broken by her true love, yet is still addicted to happily ever after endings!

When LA is not writing about the next bad boy billionaire, contemporary romance novel, she enjoys a glass of Chianti, raclette with her girlfriends, spin classes, and watching the sunrise every morning!

She is a self-proclaimed desperate housewife and lives in a cul-de-sac of excitement, drama, and love stories. Many of her outlines are inspired here.

LA was given her nickname by one of her teenage daughters, and it stuck with friends and family!

Leanne lives in Canada with her husband, and 4 children!

She would love to connect with you!

Chapter One: Hopeless

I pinned the last tiny flower to Isabelle’s inky locks and my heart grew three sizes. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen. You and Lawrence are my inspiration, and I’ll never fall in love unless I can love someone the way you two love each other.”

Isabelle turned in her chair and glared at me with her storm gray eyes. “Brooke Snow,” she said, “You lie.”

I blew a frustrated breath and picked up Izzy’s bouquet. “I’m trying to pay you a compliment on your  wedding day. Be graceful and accept.”

Izzy stood and turned, sweeping her hands down the simple white silk dress that skimmed over her tall, svelte form. She was breathtaking. Model-tall and slender, she looked like a goddess. “Do you know why I picked that bridesmaid dress for you to wear?”

I looked at the silvery shimmer of my bustier gown and its flowing skirt. It was lovely, but it showed off every curve of my body and I had too many of those. “Because it matches your chic color scheme?” I handed the chic, silvery bouquet to Izzy.

“No,” Izzy retorted as she snatched the flowers from me. “It’s because it makes you look like moonlight on the ocean and it shows off your fantastic boobs. What do I care about weddings? You know I hate formal parties. I want my brother to see you all grown up. He’ll lose his mind over you.”

I couldn’t think that way. I turned away and picked up my bouquet, which was made of pure white baby’s breath. Isabelle’s mother had thrown a fit at the common flower choice. Their family never did “common.” Something I understood, since I, myself, was common. I was the daughter of the family cook. But at twelve Izzy had claimed me as hers. Whatever Izzy wanted, Izzy got. My crush on Izzy’s big brother had been a pitiful by-product of being dragged around as her constant companion. “Please don’t start that again. I had a crush on your brother when I was a child. It’s nothing. I’m not interested in him now.”

“You lie,” she repeated. “You are in love with my brother and you have been since you were twelve, and you’ve been waiting for him since then, and that’s why you are still a virgin.”

My cheeks flamed. Why wouldn’t she let me pretend?

“It’s Ben. It’s always been Ben, and I want you to go out there and make him fall in love with you. I want you to be my real sister.”

“Stop plotting. You should focus on how much you love Lawrence today.” I fussed over her hair until she waved my hands away.

“I’ve been with Lawrence since I was eighteen, this wedding is just a formality for us, but this party is my first real shot in years to get you and Ben together.”

Today I was supposed to cry over my best friend marrying the love of her life, not over the impossibility of ever being with mine. “He doesn’t think of me that way. I’m just his little sister’s chubby best friend.”

“You aren’t that little kid anymore. You are an enchanting siren with sea green eyes. Your hair looks like spun moonbeams. Your boobs are to die for.”

“You are obsessed with my boobs.”

“It’s because I never got any. And Ben will die when he sees them.”

I knew that I was pretty, in an innocent way that men went stupid over sometimes. I was soft and sweet, but it didn’t mean anything. None of those men were Ben, anyway. Ben was sophisticated. Why would he want someone me?

I had wanted to see him so I could finally put away this hopeless longing I’d harbored forever. “What does it matter, Izzy? He couldn’t make it to the wedding, anyway.” He canceled because of business. It was just the way life went. I loved Ben. He didn’t know I existed.

“Do you really think I would let him get away with putting business over my wedding?” She looked way too pleased with herself. “I made my dad send the private jet. He’ll be escorting you down the aisle.”

The breath left my body. The world stopped. Ben was here. Izzy grinned wide and tucked her arm in mine and we went out into the tropical air that smelled like flowers and felt like hope. Maybe not thinking was for the best.

Chapter Two: Mesmerized

This was not my favorite of the resorts we owned. It was popular with a certain type of client, the kind that liked to pretend that they weren’t wealthy, but were just as particular as anyone else. We had to make it look like everything happened naturally. Sure it was a relaxing tropical paradise, but it was stuck in the middle of the ocean as a retreat from modern society. I found it maddening. It was too far from civilization and I had things to do. My hand twitched for my phone. I needed to call New York before my deal fell apart, but this was my baby sister’s wedding, so I left it in my pocket.

“Benny, darling!” a familiar voice drew my attention. Bette came up and kissed me on the lips with a smack.  “Get your head out of business and back to your sister’s wedding.”

“You know me so well.” I checked her out head to toe. She wore a pale blue chiffon dress, but with a neckline cut nearly to her waist. Her chocolate brown hair was smooth and wavy, and she wore strappy sandals that made her almost as tall as me. “Are you on the prowl for ladies today, dear? Any likely prospect?”

She pinched his wrist. “No, darling. We’re supposed to be a couple, remember?”

I sighed. “Haven’t you come out to your family yet? Don’t they know it’s the twenty-first century?”

“No they don’t. And until my grandmother dies, it won’t be. So please, play along, at least until the wedding is over. Because I want to keep my fortune. I don’t want to work the way you do. It looks exhausting.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“Oh please, you love the bad boy reputation you get from this charade. Look alive. The wedding’s starting, and your mother is calling me to sit next to her. Your parents are worse than mine. They want us to set a date.”

“They’ll just have to keep waiting because it’s not going to happen. Wedding’s started. Have fun.”

She kissed both my cheeks and put on the fake smile she uses to deal with the family. I put on my fake smile as well to deal with whatever bridesmaid was mine to escort. I turned to greet her and my heart stopped.

Her eyes were sea green and mesmerizing, fringed with black eyelashes and framed by high arched cheekbones. Her lips were pale pink and full and I had the urge to kiss them as she came up and took my arm. She smelled of flowers and warmth and the sea and something I wanted to eat.

“Hi.” I didn’t recognize my own whispered voice.

She licked those kissable lips, and I wanted to press her to me. “Hi,” she said back, full of humor and depth. It felt like I had known her my whole life but I’d never seen her before.

I swallowed and tried to gain control of myself. “I didn’t know my sister had such beautiful friends.”

Her fine eyebrows wrinkled in confusion and she shushed me. Shushed me. Like I was a child. I had to laugh, but then she was leading me down the aisle. I was supposed to lead her but all the blood had disappeared from my brain. My sister stood under of a flower canopy against the backdrop of the ocean. She looked lovely, I supposed. This vision of loveliness on my arm took my entire attention. We got to the front and stopped. I couldn’t let her go.

She gave me a little shove. “Go stand next to Lawrence,” she said, and slid her arm from mine to go to my sister who grinned at me. I glared.

I knew there was a wedding happening. And I knew I should be happy for my sister, but they were practically an old married couple already. What was new was that girl. I watched her the whole time the minister droned on and on. Maybe it wasn’t that long, but it felt like forever, because I just wanted to get back to her.

Now that she wasn’t on my arm I could see past her green eyes and kissable lips. She was wearing a silvery green dress that showed off her hourglass figure and I couldn’t believe I had missed how sexy she was. Her curves were in all the right places. It was incredible that cleavage hadn’t caught my attention first, because it was fantastic. My body’s reaction was not appropriate for a wedding ceremony. This ceremony needed to end so I could go back to her. Nothing mattered but her.

I spent the whole wedding party trying to get back to her side, but there was always this duty and that duty. Photos and aunts and errands Izzy sent me off on, with a glint in her eye. My mother demanded a dance, then Izzy, then Bette, then half the women there, but when I wanted to dance with her, she was taken, or nowhere to be found. How could she be nowhere? Was it a plot against me? Was someone trying to keep us apart? Was she avoiding me?  It was maddening.

They cut the cake and the was sky turning purple before I found her sitting alone at a table. She was drinking pink champagne and staring off into the ocean. The band was playing a slow song, something old and romantic I remembered from my childhood. “I can’t help falling in love with you…” the singer crooned. I sat next to her.

“I’m Benjamin Oldham,” I said, using the tone of voice that usually made women want to do whatever I said.

Her laugh was like silver bells. “Everyone knows who you are.”

“Oh, does my reputation precede me?”

“You know it does. Such a bad boy,” she said and sipped her glass. She licked a drop of pink champagne from her lips and I wanted chase her tongue with mine.

“Do you like bad boys?”

She cocked her head. “Bad boys are not my style.”

“I could change for you.”

This time she threw back her head when she laughed and I should have felt insulted, but instead I wanted to bite at the pulse in the delicate column of her neck. “I think you’re trying to seduce me. How is that a change?”

“Anything you want. I’ll do it. I can, you know. I have the entire Oldham fortune at my hands. I must know your name.”

“You don’t know me?” she said, and there was something sad in her eyes, the sea was roiling. I didn’t want to make her sad.

“I want to get to know you.” reaching out, I took her hand. It was tiny and cool and clutched at my fingers.

“Ben…” she said as if about to tell me the secret of the universe.

“Snowball?”