Broken

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 36,000
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There can't be love without trust.

Scott, a professional basketball player, thought that he had found the woman he would spend the rest of his life with, only for her to betray him.

Rory puts her career before the man she loves. She uses the trust Scott gives her against him, and when she realizes the mistake she's made, it's too late.

Now the only bond they share is a baby. To Rory the baby is a sign of hope, but to Scott it's the chain that keeps him tethered to a woman he hates.

Content Warning: contains sexual content

 

Broken
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Broken

Beachwalk Press, Inc.

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 36,000
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"First apartment building around the corner, that's me," Rory said.

"Oh!" Scott looked up as if he was seeing the road and the buildings for the first time that night. He must have really been traveling down memory lane. Thank God the roads were empty. He stopped just in front of her building. Aurora started to get out, but Scott jumped out of the car and ran to her door. "Let me get that for you."

"Uhmmm…thanks."

Dwight Scott kept on surprising her with each passing moment. Aurora didn't think he was the same SOB she met earlier that night.

"Do you want to come up?" she asked.

"Uhmmm…"

"You don't have to…if you don't want to."

"I have to help you up the stairs."

"You don't have to—"

"I'll just grab your bag."

Aurora watched as he reached in the back seat of the car and grabbed her duffel bag and crutches. He swung the bag over his shoulder, and without warning, he scooped her into his arms.

"I guess that's what you meant by helping me up the stairs. You don't have to—"

"Of course I don't have to. But I want to. I like the feel of your butt on my arms," he teased.

"Another comment like that and you will not be carrying me anywhere ever again." She wagged her finger at him.

"Please, don't take this one pleasure away from me," he mock cried. "I live for your bum."

"My bum?" she scoffed. "A few seconds ago it was butt, now it's bum? Excuse me, Mister Proper."

Scott laughed again, and this time Aurora could swear her heart took a pause to soak it all in. My goodness, why doesn't the brat show this side of himself often? She stared at him, watched as the skin around his mouth crinkled, as the light in his eyes shone bright, his lips—

"We're here. I know that they call me a god on the court, but I can't open closed doors or walk through them." He winked at her with an amused grin.

"Of course. My bag…my keys are in my bag," Aurora murmured, but she couldn't move. His smile, still pasted on his sculptured face, held her in a frozen state. "My keys are in my bag."

She could feel her lips pout on their own accord, as if they were waiting for a kiss. And if that betrayal wasn't enough, she felt herself lean toward him. Her eyes were stuck on the plump, dark chocolate lips; lips that were teasing her for a taste. She didn't know what he was thinking, or if he wanted to kiss her too. Her rational self did care, but the sex-driven kitten didn't give a shit.

"You said that already." The huskiness in his tone made Aurora look up into his eyes. His eyes were darkening to a midnight hue, eyes as dark as the night sky above them, narrowing with desire. "Aurora—"

"Rory." She licked her lips. "Call me Rory."

"How about we just call you horny?" a voice that wasn't hers or Scott's rang out.

Aurora turned toward the opened door, the light from inside streaming outside, cutting a piece of the darkness. Natasha, better known as Tasha the Barracuda, was standing there, her curvaceous body covered in practically nothing. Aurora frowned. The short shorts left little to the imagination, and the twin girls seemed to be struggling to fit in the junior-sized tank top.

Tasha couldn't have asked for a better stage. She stepped out on the front stoop, and the light surrounded her like a halo. Her wild, curly, black hair framed her face. The red lipstick stood out from her olive skin. She tanned like there was no tomorrow. Tasha was part of the new race, the orange people. But she was still beautiful.
 

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