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Tempt The Playboy (Tempt #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Natasha Madison

Language:
English
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play·boy
ˈplāˌboi/
noun
a wealthy man who spends his time enjoying himself, especially one who behaves irresponsibly or is sexually promiscuous.
Synonyms: socialite, pleasure seeker.

Noah
I have it all, money, looks, and any woman I want.
Till I meet her and my universe is knocked on its ass and she wants nothing to do with me.

Kaleigh
My motto: never date the same man twice. I have less chance of breaking my heart that way.
Till my eyes land on the only man I’ll break my rule for.

She thinks she can run. That I’ll let her get away.

He thinks he can handle a woman like me.
He has no idea.

A man who has it all needs one thing and one thing only. A temptress.

Watch me Tempt the Playboy.

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Chapter One

Kaleigh

Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound coming from my sister’s room makes me turn over and check the time. “Five-thirty,” I groan into my pillow where I cuddle back into the heat of my cocoon. The first thing I did when I moved in with my sister was have blackout curtains installed. Oh, and a lock on the door. I like to sleep naked, so having my ten-year-old nephew and six-year-old niece walk in while I’m sleeping is not something we want repeated. I close my eyes, but it’s only six more minutes till I hear the beep again. I pull the covers over my head and think about how my life has changed in the last six months.

I was a single girl enjoying her life. I was finally my own boss thanks to having my own yoga and Pilates studio. Something I’d worked my ass off for since I was eighteen years old. Fuck, I was pushing yoga when it wasn’t even a popular thing. I still lived at home, which was how I could afford the down payment on the studio. Everything was smooth sailing, till I got that dreaded phone call from my sister, who was hysterically crying from her car.

Cheated on me. Those were the only words I could remember hearing, the only words that mattered. Her spineless weasel of a husband had cheated on her. And if that wasn’t enough, he had banged their ten-year-old son, Gabe’s, teacher and tutor. He obviously payed her for more than just her tutoring. So I grabbed everything of his that I could, brought it down the stairs, and tossed it on the front lawn.

Lauren pulled up to the curb right when I started walking to the back. I came from the side of the house with the gasoline container in my hand. I poured it all over his clothes, walked over to Lauren, and handed her the packet of matches.

“Let’s burn this motherfucker down.”

We sat there on the lawn watching it all burn, till one of the neighbors called the fire department, who rushed out, three full trucks, lights blaring in the night, an EMT, and one police cruiser. We watched the flames rising up from the pile of everything that he owned before the whole mess was drenched in water.

Needless to say when the scumbag showed up some time later, the fire department had just finished putting out the last of the fire. His clothes were now turned into ash. The only things that had survived were some of his golf clubs.

While he pulled his hair with his hands he started yelling, “This is the final straw. Lauren, she is not to go near my children.”

I sat there on the stoop of the house they’d built a home in while my sister sat there next to me. Her eyes blinked and she looked far away.

“You slept with Carmen.” Was the only thing Lauren finally said. “That was the final straw.”

“Pencil dick.” It just came out, and his head whipped to me. “You heard me.” I raised myself from my sitting position. “She gave you two children, not one, dick weed, two.” I pointed my finger at him. “Kept the fucking house clean while you went to wet your dick. Take a look around.” I motioned with my hands. “You lost it. Buckle up, cowboy, we’re coming for the farm.”

His eyes pinched together, taking in my threat. “What does that even mean?” he asked, looking from me to Lauren.

She stood up, walking over to us to stand by my side.

“It means she’s going after everything, dipwad. Now why don’t you take that sorry excuse for a two pack and bounce.” I looked over at Lauren. “I told you we should have gone to the gun range and learned how to shoot.” I grabbed her hand, turned, and brought her inside the house.

Once the door was closed behind us, she sat on the couch. “He fucked someone else,” she whispered silently. “Sex was max one minute most times.”

I sat next to her, my arm going around her shoulder. “Oh, honey, that was the first sign you should have left his ass sooner.”

Her head fell on my shoulder.

“I mean, his feet stink like cheese.”

She nodded her head to agree.

“His penis is meh.”

She kept nodding.

“He didn’t even go down on you. In a year.” I forced her to look at me. “He’s not worth your tears. Okay, maybe a couple of tears because he did give you the best two kids on the planet, but other than that, when was the last time he was actually here?”

Her head tilted to the side as she tried to think.

“Exactly, he was here, but he wasn’t here, and frankly you guys fucking deserve better.”

“I do deserve better.” Her voice came out in a whisper. “Where are the kids?” She looked around.


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