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Acknowledgments
Mydarlinghusband,Les,for your love and encouragement – and for testing out the functionality of certain spicy scenes. My daughters – you are always my motivation.
The lovely people from my various reader and writing groups…especially GroveltoHEA's Hero Discussion Group. You all inspire me.
As previously stated, the first draft of this book was published on Wattpad. The comments and advice from those faceless strangers helped me mold this story into what it is today. I consider all of you unofficial Beta readers!
Please turn the page for an excerpt from Simon and Sofia's book. Yes, THAT Simon and Sofia.
Sneak Peak
(Unedited and subject to change)
Simongrimacedashisgaze fell on the small wicker basket that was sitting on the vanity basin beside an array of feminine products and makeup.
It was labeled with his name bracketed by two hearts and had been sitting there for two months.
The first time he saw the basket, littered with his brand of aftershave, toothpaste, razor, and deodorant, he freaked out. He couldn't leave Maria's house fast enough, making up some sort of family emergency. Thank God she wasn't friendly with his cousin, Barron, otherwise, his ruse would be rumbled if she had enquired with him.
He and Maria had an understanding. Whenever he happened to be in New Haven visiting family, they would hook up. He never made her any promises or had given her any indication that they were serious or exclusive.
What was it with women? They always had to fuck up a good time by trying to tie him down.
Admittedly, the basket should've been a very big red flag. That should've been the end of them.
But Maria was not deterred. She relentlessly bombarded him with an album full of nudes, each picture more graphic than the last.
Simon had remained unfazed until she sent him a pic of a vibrator up her wet pussy...and a smaller dildo buried in her ass. She also had one large breast lifted into her mouth, her pink tongue frozen mid-lick on the erect nipple, and her eyes closed in bliss.
That photo finally broke him and made him climb into his car and drive the thirty-five minutes to New Haven where he fucked Maria six ways from Sunday. In the pussy, ass, mouth, and definitely between those plump tits.
What was he supposed to do? The Pope himself would've caved under that kind of temptation.
He felt a slight twinge of guilt as he brushed his teeth - with the toothbrush and toothpaste provided in his basket. Was he leading Maria on? Was he using her? They had an agreement to have sex whenever he was in town but no words were spoken that he felt anything more for her than a convenient - and very good - fuck.
Granted, it didn't help that he invited Maria as his plus one for Barron and Eden's engagement party last night. But he was crashing at her place and felt bad for using her for a bed to stay in - and to get his end off.
Simon regretted the invite as soon as he suggested it when he saw how her face lit up. He could see the calculating glint in her eye and if he had a peep show into her thoughts, he was sure he would be hearing wedding bells.
She had fawned over his mom as soon as he introduced them, albeit reluctantly, and spent the evening glued to his side.
He was pretty pissed off, though, when she coldly greeted Barron and Eden; her handshake like a wet fish. That was when he saw her with fresh eyes. It was pretty fucking rude to be a bitch to the host and hostess of a party that you were invited to. Sure, Barron and Eden hadn't extended the invite directly to Maria, and he was pretty sure out of all the women in New Haven, she would be at the bottom of the list of women they would have invited. Maria's best friend, of course, got the dubious honor of being at the very end of that list.
Yet, despite his cousin and his fiancée's obvious discomfort, they still welcomed Maria with a smile and thanked her for coming. All they got in response was eye rolls at the food on offer, sighs of impatience at the speeches, and a text exchange with her best friend, Lissa. Obviously giving the other woman a blow-by-blow account of the party.
He was done with her, he decided. Even though he wasn't as close with his cousin as he used to be - or would like to be - he would never in a million years intentionally hurt him. Maria's antics last night sealed her fate.
Just as Simon finished rinsing his mouth, a loud shriek tore through the apartment, and a hard thunk sounded against the closed door.
What the fuck?
"Arrgghh! Get out of there, you fucking asshole!" Maria screamed as she banged her hands against the door.
Heart beating in his throat, Simon quickly secured the bath towel around his waist before opening the door.
Maria fell forward, slapping his hands away as he bent to help her up.
