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  Mr. Delicious

  Khardine Gray

  Contents

  Author note

  Who would say no to this guy …

  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

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Also by Khardine Gray

  About the Author

  Mr. Delicious- Copyright © 2018 by Khardine Gray

  Cover design © 2018 by Erin Dameron-Hill

  This work is copyright. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  The author asserts that all characters and situations depicted in this work of fiction are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations.

  It is intended for mature readers. All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.

  Author note

  Hello Gorgeous,

  Mr Delicious is a steamy, sexy mid length read I hope you’ll enjoy.

  Happy reading.

  Hugs and love,

  Khardine Gray

  Xx

  Who would say no to this guy …

  “I’m just a guy who wants to take you to Paris on a date. Is that really so strange?”

  Those were the words AJ said to me as I stood in front of him contemplating this crazy idea of his.

  Could I do it?

  Just forget everything and fly off to Paris with a truly delicious, gorgeous, billionaire I barely knew?

  God knew I’d been through hell after my cheating ex stole all my money and left me up to my lashes in debt.

  Mr Delicious.

  That's what I'd called him.

  The name seemed fitting as the man was all kinds of gorgeous with his GQ looks and sexy smile.

  The promise of wild sexual fun I won’t forget lurks in his eyes, along with sinful temptation I can’t resist.

  Everything he’s done so far is perfect. Everything.

  Why would going to Paris be any different...

  Chapter 1

  Wren

  * * *

  I screamed from the depths of my soul and smashed the baseball bat down hard on the hood of Billy’s Range Rover.

  I hit the damn thing so hard the bat cracked as it made a nice little dent in the supposed gift he’d gotten from work.

  Lies, all lies.

  He didn’t get the stupid truck from work. He bought it with my hard-earned money.

  “No, stop!” Billy’s mortified cry rang out as I slammed the bat down repeatedly. “Wren stop, please don’t.” He rushed over to me in the driveway as I went ahead with my damage, taking all my frustration out on his most beloved possession.

  He was about to grab me, but I jumped back and waved the bat around like a crazy person, aiming it right at him. The warning made him stop in his tracks, eyes wide with shock, nostrils flared, and skin blazing red. Even his mustache twitched.

  He knew I would do it.

  Hit him.

  Yes.

  I would hit him.

  I could see my fucking piece of shit of a boyfriend knew I was furious enough to land the bat right across his face, not just on his precious Range Rover. Not that he’d seen me behave like this before, but he knew the situation called for it.

  “Leave!” I screamed.

  “Wren please. I can explain.” He stuttered taking a step toward me.

  I held the bat higher, daring him, and he stopped again. “You lying, cheating asshole!”

  “Please, don’t kick me out. I have nowhere to go.”

  “Get out, or I swear I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

  The shit he’d put me through more than called for me to beat him. I was a woman who’d reached her breaking point.

  His clothes that were spread out over the front lawn spoke in droves. I wanted him out. Gone.

  It was unlike me; completely out of my character to behave like a mad woman. Throwing clothes out the window, screaming and hollering for the whole street to hear was so unlike me.

  I didn’t do things like that.

  I hated drama.

  I tried to do good and to be a good person. In fact, I would say I went out of my way to make sure I did one good deed a day. The last person to offend anyone was me because I was always considerate of others feelings; even when they were horrible to me.

  I, most certainly would never have gotten mad enough to take a baseball bat as my intended weapon with the intent to destroy Billy’s Range Rover and beat the ever-living shit out of him.

  “You have five minutes to get your things and go. And puh-lease take that…woman with you.” I pointed at the skank sitting on our front porch swing chewing gum and blowing bubbles.

  “Don’t want him,” the woman called back. “Gladly watch you beat him though.”

  The evening had kicked off with her.

  I came home after a long, exhausting day at the coffeehouse. My bed was calling to me. Exhausted was actually too meagre a word to describe how I felt. Three of my waitresses hadn’t turned up, and I had to do everything. Monday’s were always busy and being so close to the L in Chicago meant I had periods throughout the day when I was completely overrun with customers.

  Billy was sitting on the sofa watching TV and hadn’t so much as acknowledged my presence when I got in. Then the doorbell rang, announcing her arrival.

  When I opened the door, the woman practically shoved a folder full of pictures in my face—pictures of Billy and other women in the most intimate positions. Apparently, he broke the skank’s heart, and she’d been on a hunt for him for weeks. Gathering evidence and following the trail that led her to us, and this evening.

  In her folder was everything, everything that exposed the lie he was for me.

  Joining the pictures were documented details which showed that while I was at work, Billy would come back during the day with prostitutes and escorts; women of all sorts.

  It was all there for me to see on a booking sheet from Hogan’s whore’s. Our address and the times he’d booked the women.

  Unknown to me Billy was into BDSM, though his taste was more of the sado-masochist variety and hired all manner of people to come to the house to have wild sex parties every time I was away visiting my family.

  That was bad, and truly shocked me, but…What was worse, what sent me right over the edge and to this point where I thought I could kill him, was she ratted him out on his lie about the severity of his leg injury.

  He’d fallen over at work last year, injuring his leg. Little did I know was the doctors gave him clearance eight months ago, so he’d been lying since then that his fucking leg was still bad. He e
ven made a show of walking with a limp.

  The asshole… the evil, evil asshole. He lied. There was nothing wrong with his leg. He was fine. The whole ‘my insurance won’t cover it story,’ was a fucking lie.

  The skank showed me pictures of him snowboarding and surfing.

  And his beloved Range Rover… I got to see exactly how much he paid for it. The skank took a picture of the receipt.

  One hundred thousand and nine hundred dollars!

  One hundred thousand and nine hundred dollars of my money. Mine.

  What a fool I was!

  I played the fool.

  It was my fault for being so trusting and compassionate.

  I’d taken out a host of loans to pay for his non-existent medical treatment and physiotherapy. God, I took a secure loan out on the house.

  I couldn’t believe I’d done that.

  My house, my home. Left to me by my aunt so I would have a start in life.

  Now I knew his sex addiction was where all our money went. All my money.

  All the neighbors had now gathered by their doorways to witness the spectacle. I chanced a glance at them.

  Did they know? Did they know what Billy had gotten up to?

  Wild sex parties, and women of all sorts going in and out of the house—my house— would have definitely attracted some attention.

  I looked back to Billy. He’d ruined everything. I was pissed at the situation, yes, but more so enraged at myself. I got myself into this mess, and all for a man I didn’t love.

  I just stayed with him for the sake of finances. His lame ass part time job at the used car dealership helped.

  Two paying the bills was better than one.

  But did I think that would be okay forever?

  “Wren please. Let’s go inside and talk.” He took that step again.

  “Billy, just go.” I lashed out, glowering at him. “I mean it.”

  I would try to bridle my rage only for a few seconds more, just so he could get out of my face. I couldn’t allow him to turn me into a criminal too. If I did hit him, I’d probably kill him with my bad luck, and end up in one of those women’s correctional facilities you see on TV, wearing orange for the rest of my life.

  “Wren think about this. It’s a mistake. A simple mistake.”

  “Billy are you completely crazy?” I glowered at him.

  He was talking like he really did just make one mistake.

  “Wren, if you could stop being such a bitch –”

  Bitch? Me?

  Oh no, no, no.

  I didn’t let him finish. I swung and landed the bat down again on the hood of his Rover and swung it across the wing mirror which flew off and smashed on impact. I hated when people called me that.

  I wasn’t a bitch, but hey I’ll be one if that’s what he wanted.

  “Jesus Christ! Stop!” He wailed.

  Stop? Like hell. I wacked the hood again then rushed him, bat held high.

  He screamed and ran around the car.

  “Get the fuck out, you lying, cheating son of a bitch!” I howled, loud and feral. “Get the fuck out and don’t come back!”

  That bad leg of his worked pretty damn good allowing him to get into the Rover safely.

  I jumped back out of the way as the vehicle lunged forward and tore down the drive into the street. Tires screeching.

  The skank got up from the swing and made her way down the steps. “I can help you clean up if you want,” she offered, blowing out a massive pink bubble. Her dirty blonde hair smelled of cigarettes and beer. A horrible combination that made me sick.

  “No,” I told her. I didn’t want anyone around me right now, least of all her.

  The skank shrugged, not caring, then set off in the opposite direction of where Billy had driven, heels clicking along the pavement.

  With my whole body tense, head pounding, and heart galloping I walked back inside the house.

  I got as far as the kitchen before my legs caved and I sank down to the floor in floods of tears as it all hit me.

  Everything hit me. My skin tingled like it was on fire and my head throbbed like it was going to explode.

  What a fucking mess. How was I supposed to pay for anything now?

  The debt. It was going to kill me. It would end me and everything I had worked so hard to get.

  I’d taken two loans out for Billy when we first got together and the secured loan on the house. That was for his debt. He gave me this sob story about using all he had to help his friend while they were going through post-cancer treatment.

  Was that a lie too?

  Jesus Christ.

  I was so stupid and trusting that I couldn’t see what he was trying to do to me.

  Hook up with a chick who had her own place and could take care of him, so he could fund his unsavory habits.

  What was wrong with me? Why hadn’t I seen this coming?

  I had sensed he was cheating for some time, but I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t imagine he would do that to me after I’d done so much for him.

  But then, were we even a couple? Sure, we’d lived together for the last three years. But the love had gone from our relationship long ago. I’d say since last year, at our two-year mark.

  By the time I realized it, I was already in too deep with the loans and debt. In too deep and trapped because I knew if I ended it I’d struggle to pay it all.

  Billy was currently paying half of those loans. I’d generously paid the other half while he was working part time.

  Part time my ass. Had he lied to work too? Must have to get all that time off.

  Then there was the grand business loan I got for the coffeehouse.

  Throwing Billy out was going to really blow me out of the water because as reality crept back in my brain started calculating, adding up my deficits. Throwing Billy out meant he’d have to use what he had to find somewhere to live.

  That meant I’d have to pay for everything and right now I was barely managing.

  The coffeehouse was doing good, but the money I made was just enough to pay the business loan and other loans, run the business and pay the staff, when they turned up. I rarely had a month nowadays when I made a profit.

  Money in, money out.

  All I needed was one more year and the loan on the coffeehouse would be paid off.

  That wasn’t going to happen now.

  The only thing I ever had of value was the house. What an idiot I was to put my home under such risk.

  Anything else, but not my house.

  Aunt Rena knew what my parents were like and she made sure, before she died, I’d have everything I needed to do what I wanted to do. She made sure I could have my dreams and achieve them the way I wanted.

  Home first, and twenty-five grand to put towards the deposit to set up my business. She knew I wanted to be in the city. Somewhere, where people would see me, and know me far and wide.

  We were both the odd one’s out in the family, but that didn’t matter because we understood each other.

  She did so much for me and I was going to lose it all for one stupid mistake.

  The tears came in full force, reality weighing down on my shoulders.

  What a mess, what a fucking mess.

  Get rid of Billy, yes. But, what in the hell was I going to do now?

  Chapter 2

  Adam

  * * *

  “No,” I said again for the fifth time.

  “Why are you being such a dick?” Marc winced.

  “Me a dick? Well if I’m a dick, you’re a fucking asshole.”

  “No need to get testy.”

  We’d been on the phone since I left my apartment. Instead of driving like I normally did, I walked.

  I walked for the pure reason of wanting to talk it out without the risk of getting so mad I’d end up crashing my car.

  Marc might be my older brother, but he was shady as shit and only seemed to get worse as the years went by.

  “The offer is too good to r
efuse.” Marc pointed out, with an exasperated sigh, making it sound like I was being difficult. “A billion dollars for Jordin Estates. That’s more than it’s worth.”

  “Money isn’t everything you prick.”

  The asshole knew I was well aware of the net worth of Jordin Estates.

  He also knew I couldn’t be like him and disregard what selling the place would mean to the people who already lived there.

  Jordin Estates had been around since the early days when my great-great-grandfather first set up shop as a property developer. Coming straight from France in the 1920’s, he started out by purchasing a shop he later turned into a supermarket, then he bought some land which he then built houses on. And thus came the start of our empire.

  That’s what we did. My family was into real estate and property development all over the world. I’d fallen into it as expected, as did Marc. But, it was me who had all the ideas. “Hot Headed” was what Marc called me. A result of the spontaneously, totally impulsive badass ideas I’d come up with sometimes.

  The most recent crazy idea I’d come up with was land swapping. Similar to house swapping, but so much more.

  My recent conquest was a ten-acre farm in Ohio for a château in Switzerland. Crazy, but it worked, and we made a substantial profit from it. All depended on what the clients valued.

  Jordin Enterprises was a world class company that people knew and loved.

  Jordin Estates was part of that. The complex held twenty-two apartments that were all occupied. People had grown up there and lived there all their lives. There was a school nearby, which we owned and a shopping centre, which we also owned.