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At the end of the day…
He will have her.
If you love wealthy, possessive alpha males and strong heroines, this series is for YOU!
Possessive Playboy is the second book in the Cocky Suits Chicago series, but they can be read in any order. It’s a full-length standalone romance novel with a Happily Ever After.
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When I’m called away on a family emergency, I realize too late that I have no way to contact Lainey.
A year later, a chance encounter throws Lainey and me together again. But I still have a lie hanging over my head, and Lainey’s keeping secrets of her own. With more than lust at stake, the truth may be our game changer.
Is it possible to make up for the way we have hurt others?
I wonder if it truly is.
Can we undo what has already been done?
No. We can’t.
I know for a fact, we cannot un-say words that have been bitterly spoken by a deliberate slip of a tongue.
I’ve spent the last five years without her and I refuse to waste another day. I have a solid plan. All of my figurative ducks are in a row. I’m going balls to the wall, and I’m not stopping until I win back the only girl I’ve ever loved.
I’ve never been anywhere, but here. And now I’m going to get to travel with you—even though I’ll be seeing it through your phone’s camera. Meeting you was really good luck.”Oh yeah…The cheesecake. I’m ruined. I brush my lips very lightly across hers and smile when she whimpers. God, I’m going to miss her. “I promise, I’ll call.” It doesn’t make my heart race to say it. “Don’t promise, Carter. Those are bound to be broken. Just do it.”Her eyes turn solemn and I see that she and disappointment are intimate friends. I want to break them up.
The light from the wine bar illuminates her face. A stark pain flashes in her blue eyes. That ache in my chest slices through me like a hot knife. “Why did you leave me, Brant?” she asks, and pushes her hair away from her face. “You’re the one that walked out of the bar just now.” “No, I mean all those years ago.”