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AN AGE GAP BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
A J SUMMERS
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C O NT E NT S
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Also by A J Summers
Accidental Daddy
CHAPTER 1
MILES
G ISELLE ,
Thanks for a wonderful day and a spectacular night.
Miles
U nbelievable!
Miles has a daughter? He’s married? Bastard!
I stare unseeing at the other ladies in the elevator as it
closes. I should have simply taken the stairs to the floor below
to pick up Maddie from her class, but the shock of seeing
Miles and then hearing the cute girl call him Dad made
escaping my only thought.
Conversations whirl around me, but I stand there frozen,
wondering if I didn’t imagine the whole scene. It’s a
coincidence that his daughter also takes ballet lessons at Alvin
Ailey, though not too surprising. It’s one of the best dance
schools in the city, after all.
“Um, please excuse me,” I say to the lady in front of me
before reaching around her to punch the button to the floor
below. I almost forgot to do so, and it would have surely taken
me to the ground floor. Little Maddie must be waiting and
wondering where I am.
Quickly, I step out of the elevator and force a smile when I
see her chatting animatedly with a friend.
“Aunt Gigi,” she calls with delight, and I remember how
the blond-haired girl called Miles.
Miles is married! That piece of information refuses to
penetrate my consciousness. But having a daughter doesn’t
necessarily mean he’s married, does it?
I shake my head. Surely, he must be, because it’s now clear
why he snuck out that morning without leaving his number.
Only a man hurrying to get home to his wife and daughter and
not wanting further contact with his misdemeanor would do
that.
“Aunt Gigi?”
“Huh?” I gaze dazedly at Maddie, who is staring at me
with worry in her eyes.
Pull yourself together, Giselle.
“Are you all right?” she questions in a quiet tone.
Forced laughter falls from my throat. “I’m fine, Maddie.
I’m sorry. I think I’m a little dazed. I haven’t danced in a
while.”
A smile chases away the apprehension from her eyes. “Did
you enjoy it?”
“I sure did, and I can’t wait to come back here next
Sunday.”
She nods, and I hold her hand as we walk toward the
elevator. My movements are slow because I don’t want us to
encounter Miles in the lobby. Making a scene in front of my
niece and his daughter is the last thing I want. But I don’t
think he would want to stick around for his little girl to know
his dirty secret and maybe inform his wife about it. Or am I
letting my imagination run wild?
I sigh. He had been about to approach me when I came out
of the class but had quickly turned around when his daughter
called to him. His back was turned for some time while I stood
rooted to the spot in utter shock. If truly he had nothing to
hide, he would have led her over to me.
But you ran away, Giselle.
Flushed, I shake my head. But I didn’t run away
immediately. Shock immobilized me for a moment. He could
have taken that time to come over.
“Aunt Gigi, are you sure you’re all right?”
I jerk from my thoughts when I realize I’m just standing
there staring at the elevator doors.
Smiling sheepishly at her, I push the button. “I guess I’m a
little out of sorts, but I’ll be fine.”
Suddenly, her face loses its color. “Does that mean you
won’t come here again?”
Alarmed at her interpretation of my disconcerted reaction,
which has nothing to do with her, I squat and throw my arms
around her. “Of course not, sweetie. I’ll be here next Sunday
with you.”
Her smile returns, and I place a kiss on her forehead.
“Come on, let’s get you home. Your dad promised us some
delicious pot roast.”
“Yummy.”
Giving her a conspiratorial grin, I say, “Don’t tell him I
said so, but he’s a better cook than me.”
She makes a gesture of zipping her mouth shut. “Your
secret is safe with me.”
I laugh with relief. Oh, how blissful it is to be a child
without worries. I wish I were that lighthearted and carefree.
Realizing that my anger about Miles and his daughter is
alarming my niece, I put thoughts of them away until we get
home. I fake a cheerfulness that I don’t feel as we join Gabriel
in the kitchen. After lunch, with the excuse that I’m tired after
the class, I go to my room and lie down.
Finally, I allow myself to think about Miles and how
foolish I was to sleep with him. How could I have fallen for a
married man? It’s not enough that I slept with him the very
day I met him, he had to also be married with a kid … or
maybe even kids.
Had I seen a ring on his finger last Monday at the museum
when I discovered he was on the Board of Trustees? It’s not
unusual for men not to wear their wedding rings these days,
though.
If he were my husband, I would make him wear it. In fact,
I would make him tattoo it. Nope, my handsome and sexy
husband wouldn’t go about ringless for ladies to get the wrong
message about his availability. I laugh at my thoughts despite
my annoyance.
“Classic Giselle. Falling for a man who isn’t available,” I
mock myself with tears in my eyes that I refuse to shed.
I must be jinxed. My pattern keeps repeating. It’s always a
man who isn’t obtainable that crosses paths with me. This is so
much worse because he’s a married man, and I slept with him.
Another married man approached me for a relationship in the
past, claiming he was on the brink of getting divorced, but I
refused. But in less than a week of coming to New York, I fell
into my own trap again.
Oh, Giselle.
I can’t deny that seeing him today brought back memories
of our time together at the Met, Central Park, and the
Mandarin. Heat sweeps through me when I think of how it felt
to have him inside me. I dip my fingers into my panties to
caress my clitoris as I recall his firm hands holding my waist
and lowering me onto his erect cock. He felt like satin over
steel as I rode him and he sucked my nipples. I whimper as my
fingers work my clitoris, remembering the feel of the tip of his
cock against it. Gosh, I want him to fuck me again. I want him
so badly, I don’t care if he has a wife and kid. I …
No! Sanity returns seconds later, and I shake my head
vigorously. No! I will not be dragged along again as Pierre did
to me for more than a year. This feels like déjà vu. Pierre and I
met at the Louvre before we started our relationship. Miles and
I also met at a museum. I have sworn never again to have
anything to do with workplace romance, and I’m not about to
change my mind, not even if the man is drop dead gorgeous
and a god in bed. He’s fifteen years older than me, probably
only wants me as a fuck buddy whenever he can get away
from his wife, and he also works at the museum. Multiple red
flags.
Sighing heavily, I rise from the bed to go and take a
shower. My career should be my only focus. Getting the
Mayan sculpture my sister mentioned into the upcoming
exhibit is my primary goal for the time being.
And also forgetting about Miles Carrey.
T HE FOLLOWING day at the office, I almost scream with delight
when I receive a text message from Jo. She sent the contact
number of the FBI agent in Washington. She called me earlier
to tell me that she’d spoken to him, and he was okay with me
seeing the Mayan sculpture and possibly displaying it at the
museum.
Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, I dial the number. It
rings for a while before a man with a deep baritone voice
answers.
“Good morning. This is Giselle Bartholomay. Am I
speaking to Mr. Armstrong?”
“Yes. Josephine called to inform me about your interest in
the Mayan sculpture,” the FBI agent says in a crisp but
friendly tone.
Keeping my fingers crossed on my desk, I say, “Yes, I’m
very much interested in the sculpture. You see, Mr. Armstrong,
the Met is about to hold a Mayan exhibit, and it would be
wonderful to add the sculpture to the list of art to be displayed.
I understand that it’s a huge request given that it was recovered
and has to be returned to its original country. But I was hoping
we could have the privilege of displaying it before it’s taken
back to Honduras.”
He’s silent for a while, and I hold my breath. “Well, I
guess it’s possible as long as Honduras agrees to it. You’d
have to follow procedure and fill out the proper paperwork.”
My head bobs vigorously. “Certainly.”
“But first and foremost, I think you should come to
Washington to have a look at the sculpture and see if it’s worth
the hype.”
“Of course. I’ll get back to you next week after I inform
the museum and have their go-ahead. Perhaps we can arrange
a meeting in Washington?”
“All right. I’ll be expecting your call.”
“Thank you for the opportunity.”
“You’re welcome. I look forward to meeting Josephine’s
sister,” he says before ending the call. I find that a little weird.
With the endearing way he said her name, I wonder if
something is going on between him and Jo. Has she finally let
go of her cynicism? I file the thought away to ask her later.
Unable to stop myself, I get up from my chair, put on some
music, and dance around my desk, celebrating.
“Yes!”
Now I have to inform my boss and convince the
conservator team that the project is worth pursuing. But I feel
it in my bones. It’s all working out beautifully. Hopefully, I’ll
get the nod to head to Washington with the right
documentation to acquire the sculpture for the exhibit.
More than ever, I need to forget about everything else.
Humming, I reach for the phone to call Jo.
CHAPTER 9
MILES
“G iselle?”
I frown when my hand doesn’t find her on the
other side of the bed. I open my eyes, and my irritation
deepens. Where is she?
“Giselle?” I lift my head to search the room. Alarm rises
inside me when I notice her clothes are no longer strewn on
the floor.
Has she pulled a runner on me like I did? I search for a
note, but I don’t see anything. I lay back on the bed and stare
at the ceiling. It serves me right for doing it to her a few weeks
ago. This must be how she felt that morning when she woke
up and found I was gone. Lonely and confused.
At least I had the decency to leave a note. I sit up and rake
my fingers through my messy hair. We had a great night. She
was as insatiable as me. So why did she leave? Is she in her
own hotel room? I reach for my phone on the bedside table
and grimace. I don’t even have her number, and I forgot to call
Ashlyn last night. Guilt overtakes me when I see multiple
missed call notifications. My chest tightens when I read a text
message from my daughter, bidding me goodnight.
Shit!
This is the exact reason I don’t date. Having a hundred
percent attention for my Ashlyn would become a thing of the
past. Just one night of mind-blowing sex, and I forgot to call
her. Damn!
My attention is drawn from the phone when I hear the
shower coming on.
“Giselle?” My heart lifts at the realization that she’s still
here.
Promising myself to call Ashlyn later, I go to investigate.
Instantly, my cock stirs to life when I see water cascading
down Giselle’s back.
“How about I join you?”
When she hears the shower door opening, she whirls
around with surprise. “I thought you were still sleeping.”
“Not having you in my bed woke me up,” I say, and I
immediately stiffen. I said those exact words to Gwen
countless times.
If Giselle notices my rigidity, she gives no indication. She
smiles brightly. “How sweet. By all means, come.”
Gwen used to love it when we’d shower together. Too late
to take back the words now, I step into the cubicle behind her
as I force thoughts of my late wife from my mind.
Stop thinking about Gwen. Don’t ruin this moment with
Giselle.
I close my eyes tightly for a moment and open them again.
Smiling, I take the soap and begin rubbing it across her body.
Her breasts receive special attention as I roll the bar around
her nipples. She flings her head back onto my shoulder as my
hand lowers to her pussy. I sigh with joy when my fingers find
her wet and ready.
Even after claiming her over and over last night, I still
want her as badly as if it was our first time. This is new to me
with any woman. And I must confess that it worries me.
Giselle’s moans have me returning to the present. The
sound is so intoxicating that I know I’m done with foreplay. I
want to be inside her desperately, so I bend her over, making
her hold on to the shower knobs as I slide into her.
“You are so tight and wet for me, baby,” I growl as I move
my hips, pulling out completely and then plunging back in.
My hands caress her waist and her pert ass as I push into her.
She wriggles her waist and pushes back against me while I
enjoy the water running down her hair and back and sliding in
between our joined bodies. Holding on tightly to her waist, I
increase the tempo of my thrusts. When her hands slip from
the knobs, I change our positions. I switch off the shower and
sit on the warm tiles, and she sits down on my dick with her
back to me. I grab her breasts and twirl her nipples with my
fingers. Watching her ride me as if her life depends on it
almost has me reaching my peak. But I want to savor the
moment a while longer, so I take deep breaths. Soon, her
panting becomes ragged, and she lets out a loud moan before
she falls back against my chest.
“That was hot. You are hot.” My lips find hers, and our
tongues entwine before I push her onto her knees. I hold her
tits together and glide my dick in between them. Her tongue
curls around my cock every time I slide up. She is so sexy, I
want to fucking explode. I manage to control myself for a
while before I draw her to her feet and place my hands on her
ass. I lift her, and she quickly wraps her leg around me to
receive my thrust.
With her back against the wall, I fuck her until I can’t feel
my legs anymore. Grabbing a towel, I wrap her in it and carry
her to the bed, where I continue to fuck her on her knees until I
quiver and grunt as I spill myself into her. I notice with a smile
that she’s also trembling and breathless as she finds her own
release. I collapse on the bed beside her, winded, and then
curve my hand around her to pull her to my body.
“I want you so sore, you remember who fucked you for
days.”
She smiles, lifting her head from the bed. “I should go and
pack.”
I frown. “Why? It’s barely seven.”
“Yes, but we have to get back to New York.”
“What’s the hurry?” I shrug. “It’s just a few hours.” Then I
frown. “Did you book an early flight out?”
She shakes her head. “No. I came on the train, and I intend
to go back the same way. When is your flight?”
“Not until noon.” I rub my hand across my stubble. “You
know what? I’ll call and cancel. I think a train ride with you
will be more interesting. That is, if you want my company.”
She laughs softly. “That would be lovely.”
I give her a quick kiss. “We should order breakfast. I’m
famished.”
Her eyes sparkle. “And who is to be blamed for that?”
Scrutinizing her flushed face and sexy body, I grin. “You,
of course. For being the most beautiful, sexy, and passionate
woman ever.”
A deep blush covers her face, and she reaches out to throw
a pillow at me, but it falls to the ground.
I laugh. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, lady.”
She squeals and jumps off the bed when I reach for a
pillow. Laughing, I chase her across the room.
W ITH MY HAND on the small of Giselle’s back, I step out of the
elevator. When we arrived back at Penn Station, she was
reluctant that I see her to her apartment door, but I wasn’t
ready to let her go yet. I said I wanted to see her home safely,
though I also wanted to find out where she lives. During the
train ride, we were both careful not to mention the future. We
have a lot of thinking to do. Spending a night and a morning
with her wasn’t enough. I even forgot to call Ashlyn to wish
her a good night’s sleep. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she
called while I was having breakfast with Giselle before I
realized I hadn’t called her back.
What a terrible father I am. And all because I was lost in
this flaming-haired beauty with gorgeous green eyes and a
great personality.
“Thanks for seeing me home.” Giselle turns to me,
smiling.
I’m almost tempted to tell her to let me in for a cup of
coffee, but I stop myself. I have to get home to my daughter
and make up for my negligence.
“And thanks for a great time.”
I lift my hand to caress her cheek and lean in for a kiss just
as the elevator door opens. Surprised, I drop my hand and step
away from her just as a tall, broad-shouldered man comes out
of it, holding a little girl’s hand.
“Aunt Gigi!” the little girl cries upon seeing Giselle.
“Maddie!” Giselle dips low to swing her into her arms and
kiss her cheek.
A thick knot forms in my chest at the sight. It reminds me
of Gwen and Ashlyn and how much they loved each other.
Giselle’s eyes are filled with warmth. “Did you miss me? I
sure did.”
“Yes.”
“Where are you coming from?”
“The playground. It was fun.”
“Welcome back, Giselle,” the man says and then turns to
me to give me a look filled with curiosity.
“Thanks, Gabe. This is Mi-Mr. Carrey. He’s a member of
the Board of Trustees at the museum. He went with me to
Washington for the meeting. Miles, this is my brother, Gabriel.
And this is his daughter, Maddie.”
I shake hands with her brother while I smile at the little
girl. “Hello, Maddie.”
“Hello,” she says shyly and looks away.
“I believe we’ve already met, Miles,” her brother shocks
me by saying.
Upon closer inspection, I realize I’ve seen him before.
“At Brearley, right?” I ask, and he nods.
At the beginning of the academic year, the school had
organized an event for new families, where our paths had
briefly crossed. I was there as a parent of a child in the fourth
grade, and Gabriel was a newcomer.
“Yes,” he replies and laughs softly. “The Upper East Side
sure feels like a village right now.”
I laugh. “True. I can’t tell you how many people I know
from work or somewhere else that I keep running into.”
“Same here. It’s almost like I know everyone.”
“Indeed.” I turn to Giselle, who is staring at me with
Maddie still in her arms. “Goodbye, Giselle.”
“Goodbye, Miles.” I wince inwardly at her icy reply. But
who can blame her?
I nod at Gabriel and wink at Maddie before striding away.
I itch to kiss her goodbye, but I can’t do that in front of her
family, especially since we haven’t agreed on what we are to
each other. Just a week ago, I was certain I wanted to pursue a
relationship with her, but now I’m having second thoughts.
“D AD !”
The joy on my daughter’s face is a delight to my soul as
she rises from her chair to rush over and throw her arms
around me. Warmth spreads through my body as I envelop her
in a bear hug.
“Welcome back, Mr. Carrey,” her babysitter says with a
smile on her face.
“Thanks, Mrs. Harrison. Why don’t you take the rest of the
evening off?”
“That would be nice, thank you.” She looks at Ashlyn,
who is still clinging to me as if she’ll never let go. “See you
tomorrow, Ashlyn.”
“Good night, Mrs. Harrison.”
“How was your trip?” she asks as the babysitter lets herself
out of the apartment.
“It was fine. But I missed you. Did you miss me?”
She pulls away and tilts her head to the side with a
thoughtful expression on her face that makes her look so much
like her mother. “I suppose.”
My heart drops. Is she upset with me for not calling her
back last night and this morning? “Look, sugarplum, I …”
She bursts into a fit of giggles. “You should see your face,
Dad. Of course, I’m joking. I missed you too, especially when
you didn’t pick up my calls.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie.”
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter, Dad. I know you were busy
with your meeting.”
Meeting my body with Giselle’s, you mean.
Her naive response makes me feel even guiltier. I couldn’t
even have the decency to answer her calls simply because I
was with a woman.
“I’ll make it up to you,” I promise.
She smiles. “Pizza and ice-cream?”
I burst into laughter because that’s what she usually asks
for whenever I want to give her a treat.
I kiss her cheek. “Let me take a quick shower, and we’ll
play some games. What did Mrs. Harrison plan to cook for
dinner?”
“She already made it. Lasagna.”
“Hmm. Yummy. I’ll be back shortly.”
“All right, Dad.” She returns to her chair and continues
watching the Disney Channel.
I hurry to my bedroom to clean up and change into a T-
shirt and slacks. The stimulating shower I had with Giselle
back in Washington flashes through my mind as my eyes fall
on a small portrait of Gwen. A strange sense of guilt consumes
me, as if I betrayed her memory. Hastily, I look away. Gwen
wouldn’t mind me having a relationship with Giselle. On her
deathbed, she told me not to mourn her for too long and carry
on with my life. But moving on sure feels awkward.
“All set,” I say when I get back to the living room. “How
was school today? Tell me all about it.”
She tells me how a frog was let loose in a science class and
caused pandemonium in the entire school, with girls screaming
and running around.
“You should have been there, Dad. It was hilarious.” She
laughs heartily.
“Were you scared?”
“Not really. I found the entire thing funny.”
“That’s my girl.”
“How was Washington?”
I merely shrug and avoid her gaze. “Fine, I guess.”
“Mrs. Jones said we’ll be going on a field trip there next
year to visit the White House.”
“That will be amazing for you girls. It will be your first
time away from home for a night. Or maybe even two. You
must be excited.”
“Did you see the White House?”
“Yes. From afar, though.” Yearning to change the topic, I
nod toward the piano stationed at a side of the living room.
“How about you show me what you are working on right
now?
“Sure, Dad.”
We settle ourselves on the stool before the piano, and she
takes the lead in playing the upper voice of Schumann’s Album
for the Young. I join her with the lower voice. After that, we
play Clementis Sonatinas.
She claps with joy when we finish, which she usually does
when I play for her … and when I used to play for her mom. I
swallow thickly as I remember how Gwen sat curled up with
Ashlyn, listening to the piano.
Gosh, I miss my wife! Even after five years, it feels as if I
lost her yesterday.
“Dad?”
I blink rapidly before rising to do my usual ritual of
bowing and forcing a smile on my face. Telling her I was
thinking of her mom would only put a dent in her happy mood.
“I beat Mrs. Harrison in chess yesterday.”
I grin. “That’s my girl! Let’s see if you can replicate it with
me.”
Her eyes widen a little. “Challenge accepted!”
I make a cross across my chest. “I promise to take it easy
on you.”
She laughs. “Me too.”
Thirty minutes later, I nod with pride. She has indeed
improved. I taught her how to play as a coping mechanism
when we lost Gwen, and it brought us even closer together.
“Checkmate,” I say quietly as I move my queen.
“It took you long enough,” she remarks with a sigh.
“I told you I would be gentle with you. But you’ve become
better. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
We have dinner, and I help her with her homework. Then
we settle in to watch television. Observing Ashlyn and her
facial expressions as she’s engrossed in the show, I can’t help
thinking of Gwen once more and missing her. She would have
been seated beside me or her head would be in my lap while I
stroked her soft hair. We would speak lightly, so as not to
disturb Ashlyn, and when it was her bedtime, we would take
her to her room and put her to bed together. We alternated
telling her bedtime stories. Though, Ashlyn is now too big for
that.
Will Ashlyn accept another woman in her life? Doubts fill
me about allowing Giselle into our small world. I don’t want
my daughter to feel estranged from me because of my
relationship with Giselle. It’s already bad enough that I forgot
about her for hours because I was caught up with a lover. What
if she becomes a regular in my life, and we go on dates?
Would Ashlyn be comfortable with it or would she pull away
from me, thinking I’m trying to replace her mom?
I know she has hinted at not wanting to be an only child
anymore. But wishing for a sibling is different from getting a
stepmom.
Whoa! Am I not getting ahead of myself? Starting a
relationship with Giselle doesn’t mean it will end at the altar
and creating a nursery in the house, does it?
But I can’t get thoughts of Giselle from my mind. I enjoy
every moment I spend with her. I loved having dinner with her
at the South American restaurant and talking throughout our
trip back to New York. Not to mention the many times I
fucked her. Giselle is a beautiful and intelligent woman, and if
things were different, I wouldn’t hesitate to make her mine.
But I have Ashlyn to think about.
CHAPTER 14
GISELLE
D amn it!
A heavy frown creases my face as I step out of the
apartment building. It’s snowing lightly, but I barely notice as
I walk down the street. The holiday spirit is in the air. Houses
and shops are laden with decorations while Christmas trees
stand tall at every corner. Children are playing in the snow and
throwing snowballs at each other. Jingle Bells is blaring from
the radio in a shop I pass by. People all around are wishing
each other a happy holiday. All of this is lost on me because
my thoughts are on Giselle.
I never knew she could be so stubborn. One minute we
were at my apartment making love, playing the piano, and
cooking together, and the next minute, I can no longer reach
her on the phone or even have a conversation with her.
Pierre!
I blame her blasted ex-boyfriend! Perhaps if he hadn’t
shown up, Giselle would have given me a listening ear. But
I’m really to be blamed for dragging my feet for so long, when
deep within me, I knew I wanted Giselle for keeps.
“Hey, Miles.”
I lift my head to see Giselle’s brother a few feet away. We
have run into each other a few times at the Alvin Ailey Dance
School after meeting at the apartment. When I wondered why I
didn’t see Giselle anymore, he told me with a knowing look
that she changed the time of her ballet class.
“Hi, Gabriel.” We shake hands as I force a smile to my
face.
His penetrating gaze, so like Giselle’s, searches my face.
“Why do you look as if you’re carrying the entire world on
your shoulders?”
I hide a grimace by rubbing a hand across my jaw. How do
I tell him his sister has been causing me sleepless nights?
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he
quickly inserts while I’m trying to gather my thoughts. “I’m
tired. I had a complicated surgery today. I’ll see you some
other time.”
“Wait.” I put up a hand as he makes to walk away. I decide
to confide in him. Possibly, he’ll give me some advice on how
to get through to his sister. “I went to see Giselle, and she
refuses to speak to me. She has blocked my number. Even
when I tried reaching her from another phone, she hung up.”
He gives me a weird look before sighing. “Tell you what.
Why don’t we go somewhere and get a drink?”
“That would be great.”
He smiles warmly. “Nothing a good glass of beer can’t
handle. Come on. It’s not far. It’s my favorite relaxation spot
when the world gets to me.”
A genuine smile crosses my face as I walk with him down
the block. My thoughts are all over the place as we make the
short journey to a bar around the corner. Fortunately, the place
isn’t crowded, and Gabriel leads the way to the back after
exchanging pleasantries with the barman and some of the
patrons. He orders a glass of beer and does the same for me.
“It’s locally brewed and has different flavors. You’ll love
it. Well, that’s if you’re a beer lover,” he says as I glance
around the dim interior.
I nod, looking forward to it. I haven’t had beer in a long
while. My attention is drawn to the men playing pool in the
corner of the bar and the Beatles music coming from the
jukebox.
The large glasses of beer are served, and just like Gabriel
promised, I love it.
“This is spectacular,” I remark, nodding and licking away
the froth that formed a mustache on my upper lip. “I don’t
think I’ve ever had beer this good before.”
He grins. “I told you.”
“They just won themselves another regular,” I utter with
delight, and Gabriel laughs. He takes another gulp of his beer
and sighs.
“Stop me anytime you think I’m prying too much about
your relationship with my sister,” he throws in casually.
“I wish I could get through to her,” I say in a resigned
tone.
He keeps silent for a few seconds while he stares at me
fixedly. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”
As there’s no point lying about it, I nod. “I’ve been trying
to tell her, but she won’t give me the time of day. She seems to
think all I want from her is sex.”
“And is that true?”
Looking affronted, I snap, “No. Of course not. Initially, it
was only that for me, though I enjoyed her company too. But
somewhere along the way, I fell hard. It took me a while to
realize it and accept that it was time to move on from the
memory of my late wife. I must have given Giselle the wrong
notion about my intentions. Or her recent attitude might have
something to do with her ex-boyfriend resurfacing and
wanting her back.”
He frowns. “You know about Pierre?”
“Yes.” I eye him warily. “Are they back together?”
He shocks me by laughing. “You don’t have to worry
about him, Miles. I don’t think Giselle will ever have anything
to do with that toad again. But then again, with women, you
really can’t tell.”
The sadness in his voice has me wondering about his life
story. He’s a single father, like me, and a successful
neurosurgeon, but that’s all I know about him. I struggle to
focus back on my quandary, but I won’t ask him what
happened to Maddie’s mother. Then I’d be the nosy one.
“Why won’t she just tell me what’s going on?”
He sighs and leans back in the chair. “Giselle is at a …
What do I call it? A very low place, right now.”
“But why?” I question with confusion.
He stares at me and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say
something, but then he looks away and shrugs. “Give her time,
Miles. It’s no use trying to change her mind right now. You
must have noticed that she can be very stubborn.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “Yeah. It runs in the family.”
I gulp my beer and sigh.
“Giselle might put on a brave front for all and sundry to
see, but truly, she’s an emotional woman struggling to get past
her fears.’
I frown. “Her fears? What’s she afraid of?”
He stares at me for some seconds before replying, “She
hasn’t been fortunate when it comes to love. Her fears are
triggered by a man who isn’t ready to have a serious
relationship, and she has vowed never to get roped in like that
again.”
“I’m ready now.”
“So is Pierre.”
I groan.
“I know Giselle will kill me for telling you all this, but I
sense that you genuinely care for her, unlike that oaf, Pierre,
who broke her heart. Along the line, after multiple
disappointments, Giselle began to think it was her fault that
men refuse to commit. She has come up with a defense
mechanism where she doesn’t rely on others, so that she
doesn’t get let down. She’s in a stage now where she is
persuading herself that she doesn’t need you.”
I nod, having sensed Giselle’s independence from the first
moment I laid my eyes on her.
“While she’s bubbly and sociable, she doesn’t allow
herself to lean on others and will only let her closest family in.
And that’s why I believe you have a herculean task on your
hands, because she let down her guard with you despite her
resolve, and you messed up.”
Shit! I truly messed things up with her.
“But like I said, give her time. I believe she’ll come
around, especially as she’s …” He trails off and looks away.
“Especially as she’s what?” I repeat, and he shrugs.
“She’ll be leaving for Paris soon. Are you aware of that?”
My gut tells me that wasn’t what he was about to say, but I
shrug it off. “Yes.”
He smiles. “I’ll be traveling with her. Maddie too. We’ll
spend the holidays with my family. Maddie and I will come
back alone after Christmas.”
“And you want me to let her be? She’s going to Paris
where her ex-boyfriend will be lurking in the shadows.”
He chuckles. “You don’t have to worry about Pierre. She
would have been long gone if she wanted him back. I know
my sister. Let her cool off for a few days before trying again.
Pierre has been bugging her. She has had it up to here with
him. Don’t frustrate her as well.”
Even though I’m not comfortable with his suggestion, I
nod. “Thanks for your time, Gabriel. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Now, do you want to try another flavor
of beer? Believe me, they have some you can’t even imagine.”
“Bring it on,” I say with forced enthusiasm. I’d rather be
with Giselle than here drinking beer, but it’s an opportunity to
get to know Gabriel. Who knows? He might help me to
convince Giselle that I’m the man for her.
CHAPTER 22
GISELLE
M iles
Six years later …
“See? It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ashlyn asks her five-year-
old sister.
Nicole giggles, her jade green eyes sparkling with humor.
“No, it was fun!”
My shoulders shake with laughter at my younger
daughter’s words. Nicole had been afraid of entering the cable
car to the blue slopes. Ashlyn had talked her into riding the
chairlift instead and held her hand throughout the ride while
muttering encouraging words to her.
“Help me with my zipper, Ash?” Nicole implores her older
sister.
“Sure.” Ashlyn bends to help her zip it.
Watching Ashlyn be a loving and protective big sister to
Nicole always brings warmth to my heart. To think that I’d
been so skeptical of bringing a woman into my life because I
was afraid my daughter would react negatively. I’m grateful I
didn’t take the coward’s way out. It worked out for the best.
“This is breathtaking.”
My attention shifts to my beautiful wife, who is standing
beside me, looking stunning in her ski gear.
“Yes, breathtaking,” I reply with a grin.
Giselle rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
I curve a brow. “Do I?”
“You know I was referring to the picturesque scenery.”
“And I was referring to the most beautiful woman in the
world, who captured my heart and became the best wife and
mother in the world.”
Her sunny smile flips my heart. “And you had to say all
that now in public? You couldn’t say it when we were alone
back at the hotel?”
Laughter bubbles from my throat as I draw her into my
arms. “And what would you have done?”
Her green eyes darken with desire. “You should know.”
“No, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”
“Argh! Mom, Dad, would you two please cut it out?
You’re not on your honeymoon.”
I pull away at Ashlyn’s exasperated tone. She ought to be
used to Giselle and me not being able to take our hands off
each other. Six years of marriage, yet the chemistry between
us is still as electrifying as the first time we met.
Giving Ashlyn an exasperated look myself, I ask, “Remind
me. When are you going off to college again?”
She snorts. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
Nicole tugs on her sister’s blue ski jacket. “Please take me
with you, Ash. I don’t want to see their lovey-dovey stuff.”
“Of course!” Ashlyn pulls a strand of Nicole’s red hair
behind her ear.
Giselle and I share looks of mock astonishment. She
positions her hands on her hips and jocularly glares at her
daughters.
“Is this a plot against your dad and me?”
Both girls giggle, and I shake my head.
“You see why we should have had a boy?” I turn to my
wife. “Boys don’t plot against their parents.”
“It’s not too late, you know,” Giselle whispers for my ears
only.
Her response fills me with desire. We’ve never really
talked about having more children. Giselle’s career has
blossomed over the years, and she’s now head of the
conservator team, having worked so hard and had many
successful exhibits.
“I’d enjoy the process of making another child,” I remark
with a grin, caressing her flushed cheek.
“Nicole, let’s get out of here and leave them alone.”
Ashlyn grudgingly takes her sister’s hand, and they move
away to join the throng of people ready to go down the
mountain.
My eyes travel across the far-stretching snowy slopes. The
view shows off the old villages in the valley below, spas, après
ski bars, and restaurants on the slopes.
“It is indeed a spectacular sight,” I concur.
“Told you.”
We join our daughters in doing some warm-up exercises to
prepare ourselves for skiing. Nicole can hardly hide her
excitement.
With pride in my eyes, I look on as Ashlyn watches over
her younger sister.
“Remember to have fun, Nicky,” Giselle says, and Nicole
nods.
“Don’t worry. We’ll start slow,” I tell her.
“It doesn’t matter if you fall,” Ashlyn says and laughs. “I
fell countless times.”
Nicole’s eyes widen. “You did?”
Ashlyn’s head bobs.
I laugh at the memory. “You should have seen her. She was
a hopeless case.” She was four years old then, and Gwen
thought skiing wasn’t her thing, no matter how enthusiastic
our little girl was about it.
“But look at me now.” Ashlyn beams with pride.
Giselle cups Nicole’s cheek. “You can be a pro like her
someday. It doesn’t have to be today. Okay?”
“Okay, Mom.”
With Giselle and me bracketing our daughters, we slowly
slide down the flat slope. We keep a watchful eye as Ashlyn
shows Nicole how to bend her knees, side step, and slide.
When she finds her rhythm, we pull behind and allow her and
Ashlyn to enjoy themselves.
About thirty minutes later, our younger daughter is
beaming from ear to ear and challenging her older sister to a
race.
“No, sweetie. Let’s save that for tomorrow,” her mom tells
her as she bends down and kisses her cheek.
I put my arm around Ashlyn. “I’m proud of you,
sugarplum.”
Giselle stands up and turns to hug Ashlyn. “Thanks, Ash.
You’re the best big sister ever.”
“Yes, she is!” Nicole forgets she has skis on and tries to
jump enthusiastically, causing her to miss her footing and fall
back into the snow. We all turn in her direction with identical
looks of shock on our faces. She looks hilarious lying in the
snow with her skis up in the air.
Nicole starts laughing, and we all join her at the comical
sight she makes.
We enjoy the rest of the holiday skiing, taking pictures,
and delighting in the delicious cuisine that the place is known
for in its restaurants and mountain cafés. When it’s time to go
back home, we all know we just have to come back here again
… possibly with another addition to our happy family.
The End
ALSO BY A J SUMMERS
“To us!” I shout over the noise of the bar, raising my shot glass
high and clinking it with Jared’s before we down the fiery
liquid.
“Damn, that never gets old!” I exclaim, the burn lighting
up memories of wilder nights from our younger days.
We may be in our thirties now, but tonight, we’re here to
party like it’s 1999. Jared and I decided to hit up our old
stomping grounds, even if it meant dealing with a crowd that
could pass as our younger cousins.
“Where’s Jessica?” I ask, referring to Jared’s fiancé.
“We had a fight.” He rolls his eyes. “Let’s please enjoy the
night without bringing her up.”
“Gotcha.”
Jessica’s never been one to party anyway.
Jared smirks, scanning the crowd. “Speaking of significant
others, it’s time for you to find someone to celebrate with.”
I laugh.
“Oh, here we go again with your matchmaking
shenanigans.”
Before I know it, he’s pushing me toward a table where a
beautiful young woman sits alone. She’s definitely my type,
her wavy brown hair cascading down her shoulders, a river of
chocolate tempting me to run my hands through it. The soft
glow of the flickering light casts shadows over her angelic
face, her eyebrows graceful arches framing her lively eyes.
Her flushed cheeks are aglow. She’s impeccably put
together in a summer dress and an oversized blue cardigan.
I want to find out what hides beneath the flow of that silky
fabric.
But there’s more to her. A spark that sets her apart and
pulls me in.
“Go get her!” Jared winks, giving me another playful
shove. He knows me better than anyone, so it’s not surprising
he found a girl for me in this crowd.
Jared and I met as children, finding ourselves as neighbors
at the end of our Medford cul-de-sac. Our families quickly
became friends, and the rest was history.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding with excitement,
as I walk over to the stunning brunette.
“Hey there, gorgeous.”
Her eyes lift from her phone, and instead of annoyance, I
see amusement dancing in her gaze.
“Right back at you.”
“What is a pretty girl like you doing by herself?” I ask,
already knowing the answer.
She shifts in her seat a little, looking around as if she isn’t
confident I’m talking to her.
“My friends are getting more drinks,” she tells me
hesitantly.
Her friends must be getting drinks for themselves, I
conclude. A glass of something fruity sits mostly untouched in
front of her.
“Lucky for me. It gives me time to talk to you.”
I shift my body a little closer to her so we can converse
better over the din of the bar.
While her look doesn’t scream, “I want to fuck,” there’s
something about her whole innocence thing that’s a raging turn
on.
She doesn’t seem to have anything to say to move the
conversation along, fumbling with her sweater like a nervous
virgin.
“I’m Tyler,” I introduce myself with a smoldering smile,
not hiding my intentions.
She arches an eyebrow. “I’m Maria. And just so you know,
I don’t fall for pickup lines.”
Her voice is soft and warm, like a gentle breeze on a
summer night.
“Who said I was trying to pick you up? Maybe I just
wanted to introduce myself to the most beautiful girl in the
bar.”
Maria raises her glass, her face mottled red. “Well, you’ve
succeeded in that.”
“So, what do you do for a living?” I ask, trying to keep the
conversation going. This could go either way. As long as she
keeps talking to me, there is a chance she’ll be wrapped
around my dick later tonight.
A small smile breaks out across her face. “I’m a preschool
teacher.”
Figures. She has the vibe of a patient, loving grown-up.
Tentatively, she asks, “And what do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer, just made partner at my firm,” I say, trying
to impress her.
Maria’s eyes widen a bit, but she doesn’t seem intimidated.
“That’s cool! My dad’s a lawyer too.”
“Must be a great guy,” I say teasingly. “Speaking from
experience.”
I lean closer, a magnetic field pulling me toward her. I
catch a whiff of her scent, causing my groin to stir in
appreciation.
“Yeah, he’s pretty great.” She sighs, seeming to let her
mind drift to some far-off memory.
It’s only a matter of time before her friends come back,
and I’m not getting any closer to sealing the deal. It’s time to
steer the conversation in a different direction.
“Where is your boyfriend?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why? You want to meet
him?”
I laugh. “Yes, I’d like to challenge him to a duel.”
Her cheeks flush, and I can’t help but enjoy her reaction to
me, imagining how red her face would be as she panted and
writhed while I thrust into her.
“A duel? That’s old-fashioned,” she retorts, smiling.
“Well, I’m an old-fashioned guy,” I play along, taking a
step closer. “We could have a lot of fun, you and me.
Assuming there is no boyfriend, that is.”
“Oh, really? What kind of fun are we talking about? You
seem a bit old for the regular playground kind of tumble.”
My heart races as I imagine the things I’d do to her if only
she’d let me. I’d fuck her in my lap, fisting her hair, her tits
bouncing in my face.
This woman is goddamn breathtaking.
I lean in and brush my lips against her ear, drinking in her
scent. “Not the playground kind, you’re right about that,” I
grind out, my breath quickening. “The kind that makes your
heart pump and your cheeks flush.”
Maria’s eyes widen, and I can see her shuddering. She
leans in and whispers teasingly in my ear, her breath warm and
inviting. “So, your plan was to come over here and simply ask
me if I’d go home with you?”
She moves her head back and looks me in the eyes, still so
close to my face that I’d have to lean in only slightly to
capture her lips with mine.
“Did it work?”
I hold my breath as my pants tent and my skin crawls with
goosebumps, never breaking her gaze. I have nothing to lose.
There’s an off chance she’s feeling horny tonight and was
also looking for an easy lay.
“Not in the slightest,” she tells me, leaning back and taking
a sip of her drink.
In a last-ditch effort, I offer, “Are you sure? I could have
you screaming my name within the hour.”
She only smiles, holding my gaze.
I raise an eyebrow, disappointed. For a moment there, I
thought I had her. But I’m still not ready to give up.
“How about we dance instead?” I try, though I know
already I’ve lost this round.
“You should have led with that, my friend. Maybe not
tonight.”
“If you change your mind, I’ll be over there,” I suggest,
unfazed, motioning toward Jared.
“Trust me, I’m good.” She smiles and turns away.
Leave it to a preschool teacher to let you down ever so
gently.
Returning to Jared, he asks, puzzled, “What happened?
You’re supposed to be taking that girl home.”
“She wasn’t into it,” I confess, a tinge of annoyance
creeping in that Jared even pushed me to go over there.
Just looking at her, I should have known she was more on
the prudish side. She’s young, and I might have been too
forward.
“Well, don’t get down. There are plenty of women here
tonight,” Jared tells me optimistically, head swiveling to find
my next conquest.
“I’m good. I think you’re stuck with me tonight.”
“Well, cheers to that.” Jared lifts up his bottle, waiting for
me to clink mine against his.
And I do.
I glance over to where Maria’s sitting. She is surrounded
by her friends, who have returned with their drinks. I’m not
even able to spot her anymore.
The chances of meeting Maria again are slim to nothing,
and I feel disappointed.
I may not be able to have her tonight, but at least I still
have my best friend with me, celebrating our wins.
CONTINUE READING TYLER AND MARIA’S STORY