Read Sweet Deception (Truth) Online
Authors: Grace Henderson
Acknowledgements
To my wonderful husband who put up with me whilst I ignored him to concentrate on writing this book. Who knew it could be so hard to write a book whilst working full-time? I don’t know how people continue to do it but I have such an appreciation for the amazing authors that do. To the fantastic beta readers who gave me some great feedback on the first drafts on this story. I couldn’t have done it without you.
To the girls at work who put up with me talking endlessly about Cassie and Blake and the life I was creating for them. And to all the people out there that have taken a chance on reading this book: Thank you. If you’ve got any feedback then I would love to hear from you.
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Sneak Peek at James’ story
Sweet Reflection
coming out
late 2013.
Chapter 1
Eight months ago
James
Cassie’s talking to me but I’m not hearing anything that is coming out of her pretty little mouth. My eyes are fixed on the girl who just entered through the door behind her. It should be illegal to look that damn sexy. Her long blonde hair is pulled to the side revealing her bare neck and shoulder that are just begging to be kissed. Her body is wrapped in a short tight sparkly dress that stops in the middle of her thighs and my eyes sweep down her long tanned legs, and end at her ‘come fuck me’ shoes. I am instantly hard thinking about her in my bed with just the shoes on. Cassie follows my gaze, “She is who you slept with that night? The cute blonde?”
Cassie’s voice is too high but I don’t notice her expression because my eyes are busy watching this beautiful angel from a distance. “Yep,” I say proudly, knowing Blake is probably thinking the same thing as me: I am a lucky bastard. Cassie’s hair in my face distracts me as she whips her head round to glare at me, “Well douchebag that cute blonde is my best friend Laurel so you had better sit the fuck down before I kick your arse from here to the Caribbean!" She spits out her revelation and stalks across the bar to find Laurel. Blake howls with laughter and slaps my shoulder, “You are in for it now, she looked like she was going to punch you. I hope she does. You deserve it.”
I know he’s talking like that because I flirt with Cassie. I can’t help it. It’s just in my nature when I see a beautiful woman. And Blake’s girlfriend Cassie is gorgeous. I shake my head, “If I had known she was her best friend I wouldn’t have done it.” Even I don’t believe the words that are falling out my mouth. And I know Blake definitely doesn’t. He raises an eyebrow, “You can save the apologies for Cassie, mate. I know you, don’t forget.”
I nod and nurse my beer wondering what’s taking them so long. I glance around the bar trying to distinguish between the faces. Then I catch them out of the corner of my eye and they are heading in our direction. My heart starts beating a little faster and I wonder if tonight I’ll get a repeat with the blue-eyed angel now standing in front of me. I eye Cassie warily, searching her face for signs she is going to hit me but she doesn’t waver. In fact I think she is smirking at me. I wonder what’s changed her mood all of a sudden. Then she speaks to me, "This is my best friend Laurel. From what I hear, you two need some proper introductions. Laurel, this is James. James, this is Laurel." I shake my head, is Cassie really going to just pretend it didn’t happen? I didn’t realise it would have upset her so much. My eyes meet the angel’s eyes and I see them glistening. Her smile is breathtaking, and my mind wanders back to our liaison last week. I picture her laid out on my bed, writhing and moaning and I smile to myself. I take her hand and bend down to kiss her cheek, making a show of the introduction just like Cassie clearly wants. My hand lingers on hers slightly too long and our fingers brush as I let my hand fall away. “I told you Cassie, we have already met.” She looks at Laurel, then back at me, and I can tell there’s something I am missing. Her voice turns sweet and she cocks her head to the side. "Well if you're going to give a girl the best sex of her life, then I think you should make sure she is sober enough to remember it in the morning, don't you?"
I frown trying to make sense of her words and look between the girls who are desperately trying to hide their laughter. Next to me, Blake’s snorts are trying to break free but he’s holding back because I’m not catching on. Then it hits me like a baseball bat to my ego. She doesn’t remember me. She had sex with me and doesn’t remember. My cheeks are flushing bright red. I am not just embarrassed, I am fucking humiliated. I mumble something so incoherent I don’t even know what I am trying to say and turn quickly to down my beer. Their laughter makes me cringe inside even more. I’m annoyed she doesn’t remember me; I’m fucking pissed I can’t forget about her.
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