Jamie has never done heartbroken and that doesn’t change when Chandler decides to end things. She picks herself back up and gets right back out into the dating world. After all, there are plenty of eligible bachelors at The Gentleman’s Club.
Before they can both walk away for good, a problem neither of them expected arises. Things heat up, lives are changed, and it all boils down to what the paternity test says.
Warning: This is a May-December romance with a hero that is going to make you hate him long before he redeems himself. Novella and can be read as a stand alone
“It would be better if you didn’t allow married men into the club.”
Ian shrugged. “I don’t encourage it, but they are paying customers.”
“Assholes are what they are.” She finished her beverage.
“Need another? On the house after dealing with an asshole.”
She handed him her glass. “I suppose.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Jamie ran her hands through the top of her hair. Her dress was riding up slightly, and as she tugged it back into place, a shiver swept down her spine. She didn’t even have to turn around to know who stood just inches from her.
A hand met her waist. “You know what this dress does to me.”
She pulled away from him and turned to meet his gaze. “Chandler. How nice to see you.”
“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?” He cocked an eyebrow.
Ian returned and handed her another Appletini. “I need to handle something. We’ll talk again soon, Jamie.”
She nodded then glanced back at Chandler. His hair was dark, almost black. He’d been coloring it, she could tell, because she couldn’t find a hint of gray. And at forty-eight, she’d expect to see some around the ears, at least.
“How’ve you been?” he asked.
Like he cared. She’d been his toy, that was it. She’d known it when she got involved with him; knew it would go nowhere. He’d been honest, but she’d still fallen for him. Coming here tonight had been a mistake. You didn’t just fall out of love with someone in two weeks.
Chandler reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Please, don’t.” She couldn’t handle him touching her.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
She shook her head and stepped back, needing space. “Don’t.”
“Come on, Jamie. Spend some time with me like you used to.”
Taking a deep breath, she glared at him. “I’m not a toy.”
Chandler smirked. “You sure are dressed like one.”
Is my mouth open? She sure-as-hell felt like her chin was sitting on the floor.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Chandler stepped toward her, but she put her hand out again.
“Don’t come anywhere near me.”
Jamie quickly spun around and marched away, bumping right into someone. Not even caring to apologize, she kept walking. Her vision was on the entrance to this place and exiting it as quickly as she could.
“Leaving so soon?” the bouncer asked.
“Yeah, nothing but creeps here tonight.” The cool air soothed her over-heated body as she hurried to her car.
~About the Author~
Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Musings from Michigan