His betrayal cost him the only woman he has ever loved. Now, he’s determined to win her back.On the football field Tristan Whitmore might be an MVP, but after a recent career-ending injury, his world is flipped upside down. He takes little comfort in his many NFL achievements and a bank account bulging with more money than he could ever spend. His life feels like it’s over… until he reconnects with the one woman he’s never forgotten. Too bad she hates him.
Entertainment lawyer, Cree Priestly is not the forgiving type. Betray her once, and you’re dead to her. Which is why Tristan will never get a second chance with her. She lost too much the last time he charmed her into falling in love with him. Letting that happen again would make her a fool. But when he kisses her, all the buried memories of love, desire, and passionate nights come rushing back.
But can Cree afford to surrender her heart to Tristan again? Or are some betrayals impossible to move past?
*All books in this series can be read as standalones.
She strolled down the short hallway, and as she entered the waiting area, Cree spotted two men sitting on opposite sides of the space. However, there was only one who met and held her gaze, and Cree pulled up short.
Tristan. The last person she expected to see. Had he really been here for the past hour?
He stood to his imposing height, and her breath stalled in her throat as he buttoned his suit jacket. At well over six feet tall, the man was dressed to impress and looking as if he came to play hardball. Gone were the dress shirt and pants from earlier. In its place was a navy-blue suit that screamed wealth, and no doubt had been tailored specifically for his drool-worthy body.
The man looked larger than life standing there, and it was taking every bit of strength Cree had not to walk up to him and kiss him senseless.
Yeah, that wouldn’t be smart at all. Still, she was tempted.
She swallowed hard as she struggled to keep her gaze from traveling over his impressive physique. Impossible. There was no woman alive who could see this man and not do a double take. Hell, they probably wouldn’t be able to take their eyes off him period.
Yeah, he was that fine, and the suit only added to his imposing masculinity.
Her gaze did a slow glide over his extra broad shoulders that looked strong enough to hold up a twenty-story building. Then there were his ridiculously wide chest and biceps almost as big as her thighs.
But in this suit, every part of him seemed magnified. Except his waist. His shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist. She didn’t have to look beneath the clothes to know he still had eight-pack abs.
And those thighs? Lord have mercy. It was no wonder he was one of the best running backs to play the game. His pants highlighted his powerful thighs and long, super long legs.
Immediately, memories of him holding her up against the wall as if she weighed nothing, while thrusting in and out of her, flooded her mind. Sex with him had always been intense, hot, and beyond satisfying as he brought her to one orgasm after another.
Cree shook the memory free and realized Tristan’s confident steps were bringing him closer.
“Hello, Cree,” he said when he stood in front of her, and the sound of his voice was deep and as sexy as the rest of him.
Cree heard Shantel whimper, and she couldn’t much blame her. This was all part of the power that Tristan willed over unsuspecting women.
His gaze swept the length of Cree’s body before returning to her eyes. Then he held up a thick manila envelope in his right hand, which was when she noted the bling on one of his fingers and more around his wrist.
His wealth was showing on every part of his body, and it all looked good on him.
Tristan moved even closer and lowered his voice. “We can either talk now, or we can have this conversation over dinner tonight. Your choice.”
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