She’d said yes.
Staring out the window
of his condo, Ethan tuned out everything but what Shawn
had just said.
Pamela James was
finally going to be his.
“Ethan.”
He glanced back over
his shoulder at Shawn. The man looked terrible and Ethan
wasn’t that surprised. He’d known that Shawn wouldn’t
have the balls to stand up to him and while part of him
felt as though he should be appalled at what he was
doing, he wasn’t.
She deserved better
than Shawn. Outside of business, Shawn was spineless. He
didn’t have the guts or the wisdom to know he needed to
shake loose of his brother and he didn’t have the balls
to stand up to Ethan about the ultimatum he’d issued.
Because of Shawn’s cowardice, Ethan was going to get
what he’d been dying to have for the past four years.
Pam.
Soft, sexy Pam with
the smile of Mona Lisa and the body of Venus. Her soft,
sweet curves and her dark green eyes. Her soft, southern
drawl had haunted him ever since he’d met her. Shawn had
brought her to a business function shortly after he and
Ethan had gone into business together but the first time
Ethan had seen her, he hadn’t realized she was with
Shawn. All he’d seen was a soft, sexy woman with a sweet
smile and he’d wanted her instantly.
She had stood out in
the crowd, her pale skin glowing like a pearl against
the black velvet of her dress. She’d looked like heaven
to him—all soft, warm and round, her big breasts rising
in smooth curves above the rounded neckline of her dress
and her plump ass and round hips looked as though they
had been designed for nothing other to fill a man’s
hands. And she would fill them. He knew she hated those
generous curves. For the past four years, he’d done his
damnedest to learn everything about her, from the size
of clothes she wore, to the gym where she worked out, to
the place where she’d bought her wedding dress.
Her wedding dress…
Shawn had asked Ethan
to stand up with him at the wedding but Ethan had
refused. Not that he intended to let the wedding happen
but even thinking about her walking down the aisle to
marry Shawn made him sick.
He was taking a risk
here, he knew. There was a possibility she’d hate him
after this but at least she would have a better idea
about what kind of man she was planning to marry.
“Damn it, are you
going to listen to me or just ignore me?”
Ethan gave Shawn a
bland look, jerking himself out of his reverie. “Do you
have anything important to say or are you going to stand
there and bitch about the mess you’ve gotten yourself
into?”
“If it was just my
mess, I wouldn’t be bitching so much,” Shawn growled.
Ethan cocked a brow.
“It is your mess, my friend. You’re the one who pulled
Pam into this when you put up the club as collateral.
Next time you get into this situation maybe you should
discuss it with your business partner first.” He leaned
back in his chair and gave Shawn a shark’s smile. “Of
course, if you ever pulled something like this with me,
I’d slice your balls off.” Then he shrugged. “Don’t
worry so much. I’ll take good care of your fiancée.”
Shawn looked down at
something he held in his hand, something so small that
Ethan couldn’t even see it. “Yeah,” Shawn muttered. “I
bet you will.”
*This
book has been classified as Exotica, part of EC's
erotica line. However, the only thing that sets it
apart my normal writing is that there is a "Happy For
Now" with the promise of a "Happy Ever After", rather
than the typical "Happy Ever After".
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