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DIRTY LITTLE LIES
Dirty Little Series#2
Cassie Cross
Releasing Dec 1st, 2015
Self Published
Ben Williams is a billionaire CEO at the top of his game. He’s a handsome, eligible bachelor who could have any woman…except the one he wants. Marisa Blake is the love of his life, the one who got away. Ben is willing to do whatever it takes to win her back.
Marisa is a young entrepreneur whose family is falling apart. Her parents are involved in a well publicized scandal, and both her and her sister’s names are being dragged through the mud. Just when she thinks things can’t get any worse, Ben shows up at her doorstep. He was her college boyfriend, and a serial cheater.
Great sex is the only thing they ever had in common, and Marisa is determined to keep things physical. Still, she finds herself falling for him. Again.
When a former classmate blackmails Marisa with information that will destroy what’s left of her family, Marisa is forced to make a decision: sacrifice Ben to protect her sister, or forsake her family to follow her heart?
It’s not long before Marisa gets caught up in some dirty little lies…
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Ben
Williams is the mistake I will always regret, but will never stop
making.
He
and I have a long and storied history. We were the kind of tumultuous
romance that makes for one hell of a cautionary tale. Together, we
had a cyclical thing, and the cycle always begins something like
this:
When
I’m emotionally vulnerable, Ben shows up looking like sex on a
stick, acting like I always hoped that he would. Caring, like he
actually gives a shit about what’s going on in my life. Loving,
like he wants the two of us to be happy this time around.
I’m
at a low point right now, so of course he knocks on my door out of
the blue. This is the way things work between us. Or, it’s the way
things worked
between
us. I haven’t seen Ben in nearly five years.
When
I see him standing on the front porch of my brownstone, the surprise
is overtaken by a quick wave of familiar desire. He’s dressed
casually, like he came over here on a whim. Low-slung jeans, a dark
shirt, his hair tousled and messy, like he’s been running his
fingers through it all day. God, he looks good, and that is
absolutely terrible news for me and my willpower.
Ever
since Ben and I met, I’ve been attracted to him on a
cellular
level. I’m fine as long as we’re apart, but the second we’re in
the same vicinity, every fiber of my being is drawn to him. Even
now—even though we haven’t spoken since I broke up with him for
the last, devastating time—I feel the pull.
It’s
that pull that makes me open the door, even though I know I
shouldn’t.
I
can’t resist him. I’ve tried - it’s
impossible.
“Marisa,”
he breathes on an inhale, looking at me like he’s surprised I’m
standing right in front of him. Like I might not be real, like maybe
he dreamed me up. “How
are you?” His blue eyes are dark, and he speaks so softly, like
he’s worried he’s going to scare me away. I haven’t been a part
of a gentle, kind conversation in a long time. It’s that gentleness
in his voice that makes me want to cry, and I’ve done such a good
job of avoiding that lately. I’m certainly not going to allow
myself to do it around him.
I’ve
managed to keep it together for the most part since my family fell
apart in the most scandalous, public way possible. We’re tabloid
fodder; papers with our names and faces on them are everywhere. The
destruction and downfall of the Blake dynasty is impossible to miss
in this city. Some people are delighting in it, and I don’t blame
them.
Turns
out that my mother and father—the illustrious Gloria and
James—aren’t the people that my sister and I thought they were.
They’re exactly who the Feds thought they were, though, given the
incredibly damning case they’ve built up against Mom and Dad,
details of which are all over the evening news these days.
That’s
why Ben is here, I’m sure of it. This is what he does: he shows up
when I’m feeling low, and somehow manages to leave me feeling even
lower. Still, he’s one of a very few friends—past or present—who
has contacted me since this scandal broke, so I’m reluctant to send
him away.
Plus,
that whole can’t-resist-him thing is still in play here.
So,
Ben wants to know how I’m doing? “Not
well,” I tell him.
He
holds out a bottle of my favorite wine and says, “I
was going to wait until the Murphy benefit to talk to you, but I read
something this morning that made me think that I shouldn’t wait.”
I
let out a short little sigh of relief, glad that he decided not to
rehash whatever terrible thing he read about my family this morning
that made him think that he needed to check in on me. The very last
thing I want to hear about tonight is my parents. At this point, I
feel like I could do without hearing about them ever again.
“Do
you want to talk about it?” Ben asks.
I
shake my head. I don’t want to talk about it, especially not with
him. Besides, talking? That’s not what Ben and I do. We fuck, and
then I try to turn that into some kind of a relationship. I give it
my all, but he inevitably cheats on me, and breaks my heart. Then he
begs me for forgiveness, and asks for another chance. Like a fool, I
always give him one.
Always
gave
him
one.
I’ve
learned my lesson, and now I’m smart enough to know that I can only
rely on Ben for mind-blowing orgasms. He’s amazing in bed. Out of
it? Not so much. Whenever I expect or hope for anything more from
him, I get my heart broken, and I can’t handle any more heartbreak
right now. His body was the only thing that he ever freely gave to
me, and sex with him had been almost…transcendent.
Ben always used sex to make me feel better, so there’s no doubt in
my mind that’s what he’s here for tonight. There’s no use in
trying for anything more when that only ever ends badly for me.
So,
I decide to take the few hours of bliss that Ben is offering to me,
and leave it at that.
I
invite him inside, push myself up onto my tiptoes, and kiss him.
Cassie Cross is a Maryland native and a romantic at heart, who lives outside of Baltimore with her two dogs and a closet full of shoes. Cassie’s fondness for swoon-worthy men and strong women are the inspiration for most of her stories, and when she’s not busy writing a book, you’ll probably
find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.
find her eating takeout and indulging in her love of 80′s sitcoms.
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