Sneak Peek - Twisted Attraction - The story of Chloe and Jeremy!
I gave my V-card to a hot stranger. And then found out he’s my best friend’s dad.
That first night in NYC should have remained a memory.
But hell freezes over when I meet my new boss, a few days later.
My one-night stand is staring at me coldly.
I met a man who ravished me all night— then held me tenderly until morning came.
That man is gone.
Jeremy controls my work life in a ruthless and demanding way.
But I see glimpses of who he was that night, and against my better judgment, I fall for him.
There aren’t enough dark corners in this office for him to devour me in.
Until one night, he shows up at my best friend’s place.
And she calls him Dad…
Now I know I need to break things off because I’ll be damned if I lose my best friend!
That is until two pink lines confirm that I’m pregnant, and the baby is his.
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Chapter 1
CHLOE
"Let me guess… your mom didn't show up. Oh, Chloe, I’m so sorry."
Right now, I'm on the brink of crying. Tears are already glistening and blurring my vision. In a matter of seconds, they’re going to start rolling down my face, dragging my carefully applied makeup with them. Instead of answering Ella's question, I just nod at my phone’s screen, then the tears come rushing down.
I’d pep-talked myself all day that it didn't matter whether she showed up or not. It’s just my college graduation. I was just the valedictorian of the entire graduating class. It was no big deal, right? There was no reason for her to drive an entire hour to be there. But I couldn't help it. My own mom has blatantly refused to be a part of my life. no matter how I try to make her proud, she just doesn't see me.
Still, there’d been a part of me that refused to quit hoping. Worse, her no-show makes me miss my dad so much. It’s more than just wishing he was here. I feel so selfish, but sometimes–like right now–I wish she’d been the one who had died instead of my dad. He’d always supported me and been so proud of me.
My mom? She basically thinks I’m furniture. And she practically dropped me off at Goodwill the day I finished high school.
"Chloe, please. This is a happy day! No tears, girl!" Ella crooned supportively.
"I know, right? So why don't I feel happy? Why do I feel like a failure?" The tidal wave of tears is ruining the top of my graduation gown, but I can’t stop.
"Hey, you are not a failure! You’re the freaking valedictorian, remember? Your mom doesn’t deserve you. I'm proud of you, Chloe." It’s hard to tell on my little phone screen, but I’m pretty sure a tear rolls down Ella's cheek. "Now I feel like an even bigger jerk for having to work today. I'm sorry I'm not with you on your big day."
"It's fine. Besides, I'm glad you finally got to be with your dad. One of us should have that at least."
As we hang up so I can finish my pity party, something hits me. I’ve tried so hard to be a perfect daughter, but I'll never be enough for my mom. I'm done.
I'm done trying to please my mom.
I'm done trying to be seen by her.
I'm done begging for her love.
Today is my day. I worked for this. I paid my way on my own. I'm going to enjoy it. Tonight, I’m going to live for myself. I'm going to do all the things I’ve been too busy to do. Too scared, even? I’ve been so focused, so responsible. I worked my tail off through high school and college just to be able to celebrate.
And I plan to celebrate.
I don’t care who.
I don’t care where.
I'm just going to do it.
Good girls like me don’t even think about partying or one-night stands. But my dad isn’t here anymore, and my mom doesn't care what I do with my life. For once, this is going to be all about me.
I grab one of the fancier dresses Ella left behind when she moved in with her dad, hoping to boost my confidence. Okay, so it shows more cleavage than it hides and I’m pretty sure I feel a breeze at the top of my ass, but so what? I’m moving away from here before the end of the week. I might as well leave them all wondering about sweet little Chloe.
For tonight’s festivities, my little college town won’t do it. If I wanted to sit around swilling beer with a bunch of overgrown man-boys, I could have done that at any frat house within a three-mile radius. Instead, I do a quick search on my phone for something more upscale.
The Omni. Perfect. It’s not a terrible drive from here, and I’ll have just enough time to figure out a plan. On the other hand, I won’t have enough time to talk myself out of this.
After handing my keys to the valet, I walk into the most sophisticated bar in the city. I must confess that the place truly earns its reputation. I’m enveloped by the sort of refined elegance that’s been absent all my life. It casts a spell of timelessness and mystery that beckons me deeper.
Within minutes, I’m sitting on a barstool, slowly swirling my glass and causing the drink inside to spin hypnotically. A bluish haze of smoke hangs above the bar, so close to the ceiling that it's like the room has its own clouds. The smells of different liquors and mix assault my nervous senses.
From time to time, I look around the room. I can’t be imagining it, but one person in particular keeps drawing my gaze. He’s sitting almost directly to my right, watching me.
Okay. I’m about to chicken out. This had been a really great plan while I was sobbing and sniveling in my nearly packed-up apartment. But what was I thinking? I seriously drove over thirty minutes away just to meet a stranger? To unload something that’s been a burden around my neck ever since I read a stolen romance novel one of my eighth-grade friends passed around?
Suddenly, this became way too real.
Still, I can’t help but look again. There’s an unnerving quality to the man, even though he is sitting far from me in the dimness. He has an aura of charisma that commands respect without trying. He’s handsome, of course, but shockingly so. I’m not usually so shallow where looks are concerned, but he’s handsome in a way that makes you stop and stare.
My breath catches when I steal another glance and find him still watching me. I blush at the mere thought of his strong muscles handling me with ease.
Wait. Why not? Isn’t that the whole point of this stupid celebration? I know I should be apprehensive, but why does the thought of his hands on me excite me?
His presence alone spells luxury. His obviously expensive suit that clings to him flawlessly. His only accessory is a watch that probably could have paid for my entire college. His impeccably styled blond hair accentuates his proud forehead and sharp cheekbones.
And then, his eyes…
They’re a piercing blue that I can make out even across this distance. There’s an unmistakable fire in them that hides a simmering intensity beneath. I’m reminded of a dormant volcano, seemingly calm but harboring a fiery depth that could erupt into an inferno at any moment. Everything about him gives off a magnetic air that draws me in.
Our eyes lock, and my breath ceases momentarily, but I don't look away. Those intense blue eyes rove over my body without any hint of disguise. That’s when it hits me.
I'm his prey.
A sudden flush of heat courses through my thighs. I have to clench them together to rein in the sensation. Is this me, or is the alcohol working at last? Maybe it’s a combination of both.
I swallow hard and gulp down my drink. I should be apprehensive. Heck, I should be running for the door. This man can easily have his way with me and make me do anything he desires. Instead of making me worried, his strong, lean physique leaves me wondering what it would be like to have him on top of me.
He’s the one. The reason I’m here tonight. That man is going to take me to bed, I’m sure of it.
My heart races at the thought of him pinning me down and I clench my thighs tighter. I feel my nipples peak as he finishes his drink and strides over to me.
Oh god, this is actually happening.
I think I'm about to have a panic attack. Yesterday Chloe would have bolted, but Here And Now Chloe is ready for this. That means sitting still and maintaining eye contact, even though I’m so nervous I just want to hide behind the bar.
The man saunters over, and for a second he looks so unbothered that I’m not sure he’s actually coming to speak to me. He nods to the bartender and holds out his empty glass, then darts his eyes to mine.
"And something for the lady as well," he says. His voice is so deep and rich that I feel like I can sink into it, letting it wrap around me. It sounds… powerful. It is commanding, flowing with a calm undertone that wraps around me like a luxurious cage.
After giving the bartender his order, the man turns to face me. He’s standing in front of me now, not quite touching. With a confident smile, he’s staring down into my eyes, bathing me in the heat that’s radiating off his body. I’m stiflingly hot, my legs turning to jelly as the strange sensation of desire courses through me. I want him. I don't even care that it's a bad idea.
This is dangerous, Chloe. He’s not the kind of man you want for your first time. You’re a novice at best, he’s a volcano on the verge of erupting. Run! My inner voice chides me, but I remain rooted in my seat.
"Chardonnay," I say, pushing my glass to the barman, my eyes still riveted on the man.
"I hope it holds you over until your date arrives," he says, his smile belying the ravenous look in his eyes.
"No date. Maybe I’m just here to see where the evening takes me," I answer.
I’m trying to sound confident and composed, masking the fact that his presence rattles me to the core. His maddeningly attractive aura only intensifies the nervous fluttering in my middle. He seems surprised by my answer. A smirk plays at the corners of his sensuous lips as he takes his new drink and sips slowly, still staring at me. I grin.
"You had me fooled for a minute," he finally says. "I thought someone as beautiful as you would surely be meeting someone."
I love the way he speaks. There is a uniqueness to it. It’s overly flirtatious, but I like it.
"I’ve just met you , haven’t I?" I ask coyly, hoping I sound inviting. Instead, I’m worried that I sound like something from a cheesy porn film.
He smiles, takes another sip of his drink, then inches closer. As he nears, I catch the subtle waft of his cologne—a blend of cedarwood and crisp linen. There’s something else there, a male musk that seems to lure me in. It is not strong, but much like the rest of his presence, it puts me under his spell.
"I suppose I walked into that one. But I’m not like anyone else you’ve ever met. I've got a lot to offer."
It’s my turn to smirk. "What makes you different from every other guy ?"
"First, because I’m no guy ." He leans in and adds, "And I'm not here to play games. I'm here with only one purpose in mind."
He places his hand on the top of my bare thigh, resting it there so lightly that I wonder if this is real. When I don’t flinch or pull away, he begins rubbing tiny circles that make me clench my thighs together to hide my reaction. "I'll make sure that every moment with me is well worth your time."
I blush, certain that my cheeks are flushed a deep pink. Thank goodness for the dim light and dark-paneled walls that hide my response.
I laugh softly to hide my nervousness. Somehow, I have to regain control here.
"I don’t know. I’m not really convinced." I smile nonchalantly, glad that my voice isn’t betrayed by my trembling.
He leans closer and whispers in my ear, but he lets his words hang in the narrow space between us. "I see. Then I don’t know how else to convince you except..." I'm forced to look at him which makes our lips almost touch. On instinct, I inch backward, my heart thundering so loudly that I’m sure he can hear it.
"Except what?"
"Except by making you writhe underneath me."
Is it possible to cum just from the sound of someone’s voice? Because I swear I'm almost there, if I haven’t already reached that point. What in the world is happening to me? Still, I’ve only had two glasses of wine—about to be three, courtesy of this stranger—so why is my body on fire? I had to regain my senses and fast.
"That’s quite the opening line you've got there. But can you really back it up?"
His hand rides higher up my thigh and I don't move to stop him. It’s almost like a sensual game of chicken. He’s staring into my eyes and moving closer. I’m returning his stare as if daring him to see just how serious he is. At the last minute, I look away to see if people are watching.
"No one’s looking," he says, leaning down again to speak into my ear. His hot breath feathers my skin until I push myself forward into his hand.
Hoping.
Wishing.
Desperately praying that he touches me.
"But if you’re worried that they’ll want to watch, we can leave." He leans back suddenly and winks at me, then presses his hand higher.
I'm almost off my seat the moment his hand makes contact with my folds, caressing me. He curses under his breath as his eyes darken with desire. I didn't wear panties tonight, as if that would give me the extra boost of nerve I’d need to go through with anything. He’s touching my bare skin in a place where no one has ever ventured. Deciding to come here without panties was part of the plan of discarding the old me, and I was so glad I had.
A shudder zips down my spine as he touches me.
I reach for his shoulders, trying to steady myself as his fingers wreak sweet havoc under the loose fabric of my dress.
Our eyes are locked.
I can't look away even if I want to.
I'm spellbound by his gaze.
"My room is upstairs," he says, his voice strained and husky as he stares at me, his eyes ablaze, twin pools of blue flames.
"Lead the way," I say with chopped breath. I don't care how I sound, all I want is to get him to finish what he has started.
"I hope you know what you’re asking for."
"I fully expect you to show me," I whisper, already feeling braver than I’d have imagined.
"Or you could tell me what you want. I want you to describe it for me in detail."
I swallowed hard. This was it. I was either going through with this or chickening out. Somehow, my nerves settled and desire began to build up inside me. I wanted this. I wanted him, whoever he was. I wanted to feel him inside me, to know what it meant to be driven to ecstasy.
"I want you to—" I begin, but suddenly, I feel stupid for telling him.
"Say it," he urges, kissing my neck softly and working his way to my ear where he whispered again. "Tell me what you want."
"I want… you," I manage to gasp as his tongue flicked my earlobe.
"That’s not good enough. What do you want me to do? You can tell me. It’ll be our secret," he crooned quietly.
"I… I want you to…" I start again, but I have to force myself to utter the next word, a word I’d probably mumbled twice in my entire life. "…fuck me."
"Good girl," he says, chuckling softly as he worked his way back down my neck. "I'll do you so hard you’ll have to cancel any plans for tomorrow."
Instead of being scared, I’m tingling, throbbing, aching for something I’ve never experienced. I’ve literally never pictured how this moment was going to happen, but now that it’s here, I want it. Desperately. It’s something I’ve never really thought was possible before.
And in a minute, I'm going to get it.
Happy graduation to me.