Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
She’s his stepsister and barely legal. Summer is definitely off-limits.
Can he fight the way she makes him feel, or can he just push her aside until his father returns from the honeymoon?
Summer Smith has anxiously waited for this day since her mother schemed her way into Walter Daniels's life. Now, she’s in the presence of Drake, a man who screams power and safety, but he sees her as an unwelcome, annoying stepsister who he wants out of his house. She can sense the underlying sensual tension, but it won’t matter when he learns that she’s just as manipulative as her mother.
What will it take for him to see me as more than my mother’s daughter?
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Chapter One
Drake
“Sir, we’re here.” I open my eyes and see my driver pull up to the front of my house. I hadn’t even noticed we pulled through the black iron gates and up the smooth driveway. I slept straight from the airport in after taking a ten-hour flight. One thing after another, this business trip made me regret my life choices. After acquiring property in Europe and losing deals to some competitors, I’d left with a headache and all I wanted to do was touch down on American soil.
As much as I wanted to be here it wasn’t like I had a reason to come home, anyway. I look at my family’s mansion, and it’s all mine. Three floors with ten bedrooms and every amenity possible. I loved the home, but it was empty.
My father had his own home because this was my maternal grandparents’ home, and they hated my father after the divorce even though it wasn’t his choice for the split. My mother wanted to end the sham of a marriage. Although they loved me, they blamed him for getting her pregnant, so he was never allowed back on the premises. They left this place to me when they died, so he comes by every chance he gets, but for some reason we haven’t had time for each other in months. Maybe it’s because we’ve both been insanely busy making deals.
“Bring my things inside,” I tell Sloane, my personal driver and security. “I’m feeling a bit stiff.” I rub my neck and take the stairs in a hurry.
“Yes, Drake. Would you like Ms. Amanda to bring you anything?” Amanda was my housekeeper and part-time chef.
“No. I’m going to go for a swim.”
“Okay.” When I enter the house, my housekeeper approaches me. “Mr. Daniels, your father stopped by earlier.”
That’s odd considering he knew I was out of town. Usually, he checks in with me first before just popping in. “Did he? That’s strange since he knew I was out of town. I’ll give him a call later. I’m going for a swim.”
“Um, sir.”
“It’s not a big deal.” I waved her off.
“He asked that you call him when you had a moment.”
“Is he ill?” I asked, hoping something wasn’t terribly wrong.
“No, sir.”
“Well, I’ll just go and swim. I need to unwind after that long flight.” I’m not in the mood to deal with his nonsense about getting married and having grandchildren. That was his latest gripe with me. After my mother died, it was like he took over her nagging about grandchildren. I’d lost my grandparents and mother at the same time six years ago in a tragic accident.
I toss open my bedroom door and strip out of my clothes, turn on the shower, and wash off the grit of the long flight before finding my clean swim trunks and heading out to the back pool area.
Immediately, I’m stopped dead in my tracks by the sound of music blaring from the patio. I’m glad I don’t go free balling in my pool because my housekeeper is around most of the time, but who the fuck is in my home?
At first, I spot the sound of the music coming from a speaker near the deck with a phone beside it, but then the next thing to catch my eye is the light splash from the water. Swimming the length of the pool is a woman in a bikini. Someone forgot to mention there was a woman in my home, and what a stunning woman she is. She might be hot, but she’s trespassing. I need to have a word with my uninvited guest. Walking across the length of the deck, I see a large fucker in a suit standing hidden on the wall’s edge with his eyes trained on the intruder.