Fraud: A Stepbrother Romance (19 page)

SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT TWO:
Billionaire
Stepbrother - Addiction - The Complete Series

Kady and Brett Were in Love – Unfortunately,
So Were Their Parents!

Kady watched as her mother married the
father of her
soul mate
, all the while wishing it were she and the
muscled
and athletic
man standing with her at the altar taking their own vows.
She knew that Brett secretly felt the same for her – she was sure of it! On the
rare times they had seen each other before this
fateful
day, Kady
couldn’t help her
taboo lust
for Brett's hard, lean body. She ached to
drown in his beautiful blue eyes, and feel his passion as he possessed her
voluptuous
curves
.
But now, he was going to be
forever unavailable
to her!
Her need fought against her strong will...and her
emotions were winning over
against sound judgment
!
She looked over at Brett, who stood staring at her, and the
tears began
streaming down her face
!
She suddenly bolted from the altar, and
ran out of the church
!

Their
dreams of happiness were being crushed forever!

OR
WERE THEY?
When Brett's sudden business success propels him to the upper echelons of the
rich and famous, things take a decidedly unusual turn. When she and Brett are
thrust into a web of lies and deceit, Kady finds her heart won't let her
abandon her
forbidden desires
.
Will their love be
dashed upon the rocks of unforgiving tradition
? Can
she and her man
emerge victorious
?
Follow the
passionate
,
romantic
and
VERY
HOT
adventures
of these two different couples, as their worlds are
suddenly turned upside
down
, and as they struggle to come to terms with what is right, wrong,
forbidden or even possible!
Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction - The
Complete Series
is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers, and a
very satisfying happy ending.
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Kady
was on the rebound, having weathered a disastrous relationship with a fellow
classmate named Jeff, who was one of the Varsity golf team players. She had
caught him cheating on her with another member of the Varsity golf team, whose
name was Juan Rodriguez. She was more amused than disgusted or surprised. She
always had a pretty good gaydar, and it surprised her that Jeff had been so
attentive to her needs. She chalked it up to experience, and decided she just
wanted a night to decompress.

On a whim, she called Brett, since he was
in the same vicinity. His new offices were located in a trendy area of the
city, near the riverfront. There were many fine eating and drinking establishments
along the river walk. Perhaps she’d get lucky, and find a nice young man to
tickle her fancy…or fuck her righteously. She chuckled a bit at that thought.
She’d been pretty plain vanilla in her last couple of relationships, always
holding herself back a tiny bit. She wasn’t really sure why, and it never
occurred to her that she was aching for Brett to be her lover.

Kady walked around the shops, killing time
while waiting for Brett to arrive. They had agreed to an Italian joint that had
great pizza and cold beer.

She couldn’t drink, of course, but there
would be plenty of college aged guys who might find a bit of Dutch courage, and
ask her to go home with them.

Kady found she was unusually aroused by
the thought, but did not even connect her state with Brett’s arrival. He saw
her and waved, and they walked to the restaurant. Brett’s sudden fame had not
translated to recognition and being known by the frat crowd, but the owners of
the various establishments knew full well who was loaded and who deserved special
attention. Neither Brett nor Kady found it unusual to be seated at the finest
seats in the house within seconds of having entered. They were so caught up in
each other’s attentions, they were oblivious to the ballet and choreographed
situation in which they were the center attraction.

As they ordered a white pizza, with basil
and sun-dried tomatoes, water glasses magically appeared, filled with San
Pellegrino. A slice of lemon was in each marvelous goblet, and then fresh baked
bread with bruschetta graced their table. They talked and ate, giggling at
their shared stories about their parents.

The waiters moved precisely into position
at the most beneficial time, removing or adding an item as was needed. It was
perfectly orchestrated to provide the ultimate dining experience.

Kady said, through a mouthful of pizza,
that she was only slightly pissed about Jeff and Juan.

“What’s that?” asked Brett.

“Oh, you know,” she said archly. “All the
good ones are either taken or gay!”

They both laughed at that.

“Or your step-relation,” she added,
whimsically.

Brett almost choked on his food. He
coughed and manfully washed it down with some water, trying mightily to not
seem so taken aback.

Kady laughed, and pointed at him, at
first.

Suddenly, she looked at him, realizing
that he was truly in some manner of distress.

“Garçon!” she yelled. Almost instantly,
four waiters appeared, ready to assist. Brett assured them he was fine, but he
had spilled some water on his shirt. He excused himself, to go to the men’s
room to clean up.

He walked into the bathroom to clean up,
and noticed over his shoulder as a large, somewhat inebriated man heading
towards Kady. He shrugged and went in to find a towel.

Kady was mortified when she considered
what she had said to Brett. His reaction was predictable, now that she thought
about it. How could she have been so stupid, to think he had the same feelings
for her as she had for him?

She felt more alone and down than she had
for a very long time. She remembered how things had gone south at her mother’s
wedding, and that she had thought long and hard on that situation, for months.

She had thought she was finally past the
issue of her true emotions about Brett, and had put it behind her. Yet, here
she was, facing it once again.

Maybe it was the San Pellegrino, or the
fact that this had been one of the easiest dates she had ever been on…

Wait a minute.

Did she really think Brett and she were on
an actual date?

Was that what was going on here? Had she
gotten so caught up in the romantic notions in her silly head that she was
actually entertaining the idea of them being on a date?

Her thoughts were occupying her so deeply
that she did not really see the large, rugged man sit down next to her.

“Hey, gorgeous!” he said to her.

“My name’s Scott!” he said, smiling
cheerfully. He stuck out a hand, and she considered not shaking, but then
decided to be polite after all.

He gently gripped her hand, and gently
brought it to his lips. She supposed he thought he was being gallant, but his
sloppy kiss left a fair amount of his saliva on her skin. She found herself
repulsed, and shocked.

He grinned, and took Brett’s napkin and
rubbed his spit from her hand.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he drawled. “Didn’t mean
to do that…”

“It’s okay,” she said, feeling everything
was totally NOT okay.

Her realization that this drunken guy was
hitting on her brought her back to reality, like an ice-cold slap to her face.
She got very wary and also decided to end this encounter as quickly as
possible.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” asked
Scott.

“I’m sorry, umm, Scott?” she said.

“Sorry for what, sweetheart?” he said.

“Well, Scott, quite frankly I am here with
a friend. I am truly sorry, but we already have plans,” she said.

Scott’s eyes darkened, but his smile
remained.

“Well, the more the merrier, I always
say!” he feigned a good-natured response, but she picked up on his innate
jealousy instantly.

“Let me buy you a real drink, honey,” he
said. He motioned to one of the worried-looking waiters, who started over.

“I’m only nineteen, Scott,” she said. She
waved the waiter away.

“Ah, hell, baby! I won’t tell, you won’t,”
he said, slurring his words a bit.

“I don’t roll that way, Scott,” she
continued, “and my friend is coming back in a minute, and we will be leaving.
We have plans, as I mentioned.”

She raised her eyebrows and moved in her
chair to present a blocking body language, looking over in the direction of the
rest rooms. She wished Brett would hurry back.

Scott grabbed her shoulder and spun her
around.

“Look here, bitch” he said.

“I was only trying to be friendly. Why did
you have to go and make it something serious?” he said.

He had his nose pressed up close to her
face, and his breath reeked of cheap booze. Apparently, he had been drinking
for quite some time before he had gotten to the pizza place.

He seemed as though he was about to
actually kiss her, when a hand grasped his shoulder.

“Hey buddy, why don’t you leave?” asked
Brett.

He had appeared from nowhere, like a
ghost.

Brett dropped his hands into a relaxed posture
that looked harmless, to the uninitiated. A seasoned fighter would have known
at that point to back down. Brett was as taught as a wound spring, but also as
flexible as a whip.

Scott eyed Brett, looking him up and down.
He’d been in a few brawls, and even in his drunken stupor, some part of his
brain must have recognized the danger.

Then, his mouth wrote a check he would
never be able to cash.

Scott said “Why don’t you make me,
faggot?”

He swung on Brett, which was a very
drastic mistake.

Brett had been a Tang Soo Do champion in
high school and on the martial arts team during his first year of college. His
other courses soon took more precedence in his life, but he always found time
once a week to spar and just let off steam at the dojo. Sometimes, he would ask
to instruct a class, and was always welcomed.

Scott, a pretty burly man, had swung high,
so Brett ducked under him, and grabbed his shoulder. He kept the man spinning
around, until his back was to Brett. Then, Brett kicked him in the backside, and
shoved him over the table. The man crashed onto the ground, but was up almost
instantly. He grabbed a wine bottle and broke the neck off on a corner of the
table. Brandishing it fiercely, he growled at Brett.

“Come on, you pussy!” he yelled.

“I don’t want any trouble!” said Brett.

Brett spread his arms wide, and gestured
with his hands to make it appear he was waving off any conflict.  “If you leave
now, I will pay for the damages and your dinners.”

In reality, he was gaining momentum to
make a very delicate strike, and his concentration was at its highest. He tried
to ignore Kady, who was taking all of this in with her hands near to her mouth.

Scott yelled “You fuckin’ cunt!” at Kady,
and then he waved the bottle at Brett. He was setting himself up to charge, and
Brett tried one last time.

“Seriously, this is a big mistake,” he
said to Scott.

Brett looked at the man, knowing his
generous gestures were futile. The man was too angry and had already lost a lot
of face. An aggravated assault charge was something he was not able to fully
conceive, in his state.

Brett had given the man an out, but Scott
was determined to fight.

He lunged at Brett.

Brett, sidestepping the drunken brute,
kicked down as Scott slashed wildly at him, and barely missed Kady at the same
time with his other grasping hand. His fingers barely caught a few strands of
her hair, and she screamed.

Brett’s kick hit the man’s leg, behind his
knee. He fell to the floor, again. He tried to get up, but the muscles were
sprained. He limped over to a seat, and sat down, just as the local police
arrived.

The proprietor made it clear that Brett
and Kady had been accosted by the now obviously drunken Scott, who was stupidly
trying to explain just why Kady was such a bitch, and Brett the world’s largest
asshole.

The cops cuffed him and took him out to
their patrol car. He kept up his belligerent attitude until one of the
policemen, tired of his nonsense, tased him to the ground.

The police threw Scott into a squad car
and drove away.

Breathing a bit hard, Brett sat on the
sidelines, Kady holding tight to him.

She had managed to maneuver herself so she
was sitting on his lap, insisting to him that the broken chair left nowhere
else for her to sit. She was hugging tight to his strong neck, his shoulder muscles
rippling when he moved to position her more comfortably.

He had been fine during the fight, but as
soon as Kady sat on his lap, he was sporting a truly remarkable erection.