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Sascha Illyvich
Trouble For Three
To Michele, my editor, for putting up with my shit and making this a better story than when she got it. To my support, my pack. I love you all. Morgan as always, thanks for the kick in the ass. Kayelle, Kiernan, Francine, Stephanie, Seletta, Kaitlyn, and anyone else who put up with me while I suffered trying to write this book. Thank you.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Mazda: Mazda Motor Corporation
Laz-E-Boy: LZB Properties Inc.
Indianapolis 500: Brickyard Trademarks, Inc.
Chapter One
A
“Ugh,” she stormed around the office, aware of the lush furniture that complimented Jones and his seemingly expensive taste. In truth, she’d been with him when he’d made his last few purchases, all discount knock-offs of clothing and furniture that would make the average woman sick from the sheer amount of his cheapness.
But that was only one straw out of many on the camel’s back.
“You were fucking another man last night and that whore. What more is there to say?”
“But A
But she didn’t care. A
She stormed from her former lover’s office. She started down the hallway, aware he was calling her name. She had no time for fools. Ru
The previous evening, Thom Jones had left her high and dry for the last time. He’d started off with some excuse about how he’d been busy until late at work, but she knew better. He was with that fucking whore of an ex of his-the woman who could probably suck a te
Je
Evil bitch.
Not that A
Oh well. A
Silence stopped her when she realised she’d quit moving and was no longer in Thom’s office. A male co-worker looked askance at her.
A
The man stepped away quickly as if there were a threat.
Which, there was.
Leaving the elevator, A
Yeah, two men.
She licked her lips at the thought-two men who would be solely focused on her pleasure, her experiences.
The last time she was with a man had been awhile. Jones had been something to pass the time but one couldn’t call what they did sex. More like a blind grunting monkey trying to find the proper hole with a pencil. Of course, the reality with two men was that they’d have to compliment each other as well as her.
Her head and heart were separate forces to reckon with. One man would balance out her emotional side. The other would be for her mentality. That’d be good. It was silly of her to think that she could get either of that shit from Jones.
Sure Jones was good looking, tall and dark ski
The two or three times a week they’d seen each other hadn’t sated her sexual desires. Nor was he there for her emotionally. The bastard was just like her mother, selfish and self-centred.
Her heels clattered along a set of concrete steps that led to the main floor of the parking garage. She huffed and shrugged her shoulders at the thought of Thom, his confused scowl implanted firmly in her mind as the last thing she had seen before storming out of his office.
But he was no more. After last night, she’d kicked him to the kerb just like she had her distant memories of bad parents. She’d worked fucking hard to get to where she was, and she was damn proud of it.
Fuck them all.
“You’re not even half as good as me!” Her scream made her feel slightly less angry, but Thom hadn’t heard it.
She wanted him to, not that it’d do any good.
Men like him were only interested in what women could do for him.
Straightening her shoulders, A
Wind whipped through her hair as she hit the freeway, heading home. Her girlfriends would help her relax tonight with a bottle of whiskey and chick porn. That’d be an interesting night for sure.
Ogling hard bodies while making fun of bad dialogue with a few close friends would certainly put a smile on her face. That was a ladies night in, all right.
Amanda would have to come over with her latest stash. A
She sighed. Shifting the car into a higher gear, A
The job had been stressful today. Clients had called from all over the country to bitch about rising prices on products they’d been ordering. Economic times were tough right now, but A
But seeing Thom earlier had irked her. It wasn’t the bisexuality she hated, it was the selfishness he’d blatantly displayed.
Men like Thom were scum, she decided as she pulled onto the off-ramp and shifted into a lower gear while bringing the car to a slower speed.
A few minutes later, she’d pulled into her driveway, managed to drag her tired ass inside the house and strip off her clothes before heading towards the shower.