Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
My life is perfect.
Star athlete. Bright future.
A beautiful, polished fiancée from the most respected family at our country club.
Angela is everything I’m supposed to want.
And I was ready to make her my wife.
Until one drunken mistake ruined everything.
Her sister, Abby, is nothing like her.
Tattooed. Reckless. The black sheep her family pretends doesn’t exist.
She was never meant to matter.
Just one night I could forget.
Except now she’s pregnant.
With my baby.
I can’t lose the life I’ve built.
So I hide her away in a quiet townhome, far from the world I share with Angela.
I tell myself it’s temporary. That I’m just doing the right thing.
But the more time I spend with Abby…
The more everything starts to shift.
She’s chaos where Angela is control.
Fire where Angela is flawless.
And I’m starting to realize something I don’t want to face…
I chose the wrong sister.
Now my worlds are colliding.
And when the truth comes out, it won’t just ruin my future…
It’ll destroy both of theirs.
How long can I keep them separated before everything explodes?
A taboo MF romance featuring a secret pregnancy, sister’s fiancé, forced proximity, and a hero torn between the perfect life he planned and the imperfect love he never saw coming. No cliffhanger and an HEA guaranteed
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Chapter 1
Rhett
Ialmost ruined my life over black lipstick, too many fireball shots, and a taunt I couldn’t get out of my head.
But I didn’t.
That night is now a distant memory. A nightmare of a stain that I’ll eventually scrub from my brain by sheer willpower. I can’t let it destroy my future.
I refuse to let that happen.
“How’s school going?” David asks, drawing me from the abyss of my regrets.
Forcing a smile, I give my girlfriend’s dad the attention he deserves. “Great. My classes are easy. Finance comes naturally to me.”
David’s lips curl into a proud grin. “Good to know. Play your cards right, Son, and Serengeti Fine Jewelers might have an executive position for you in the future.”
His wife, Vivian, playfully smacks at her husband’s shoulder. “Oh, hon, give the boy a break. He doesn’t need to have life all figured out just yet.”
Angela, on my right, squeezes my thigh under the table. “Don’t worry, Daddy. He does have it all figured out. I don’t date losers.”
I sit up a little straighter at my girlfriend’s words. The reason I was drawn to Angela was there were no surprises with her. She came from a good family, knew exactly what she wanted out of life, and worked hard to get there. I didn’t know much about beauty pageants until we started dating, but apparently, it takes a lot of hard work to make it to the top. And she was always there. She has the endless crowns, trophies, and ribbons lining the shelves in her room to prove it.
“That reminds me,” David says, features pinching. “How’s Abby? I haven’t heard from her in weeks.”
The mention of her name has my stomach bottoming out. I’ve been doing my best not to think about the black sheep in the Serengeti family. Definitely not been thinking about her black lipstick. At all.
“You’re afraid to get dirty.”
Her words, slightly raspy and taunting, race eagerly to the forefront of my mind. She was right. I didn’t want to get dirty, but I didn’t want her to be right. She hooked me with a stupid line, and I didn’t even try to fight it.
“Probably on another bender,” Vivian says, disappointment in her tone. “I told her last time we spoke, I wasn’t picking her up from the police station if she gets herself arrested.”
“She won’t learn responsibility if we keep saving her,” David mutters, shaking his head. “I don’t understand how she turned out so rotten. It’s not like she didn’t have the best role model.”
Angela beams at her father and flicks her smooth, long brown hair over one shoulder. “I tried, Daddy. She never listened.”
While they discuss how problematic the youngest Serengeti was, I slip back into the memories I have of her. And not the ones where we’ve crossed paths countless times at the country club. I’m talking about the party. The alcohol. The kiss.
Fuck.
Abby always annoyed the shit out of me. It was like she was being difficult on purpose. Attention seeking. And that night, I had the opportunity to put her in her place. Except I didn’t.
I let her smear her black lipstick on my lips, my face, my neck. When she unbuttoned my white dress shirt, she rubbed more of the black shit on my chest. Reminded me of a damn cat. By the time she reached my lower abs, I forgot about why Abby Serengeti was a bad idea. My cock came alive, desperate for the reckless danger she offered.