Besieged Read Online L.P. Lovell (She Who Dares #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Drama, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: She Who Dares Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
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"Hey." Lilly's sleepy voice breaks off the hideous sound.

"What! How?" She sounds panicked. There's a long pause. "Yeah I guess...Okay, thanks for calling babe. I'll look now." She puts the phone back on the bedside table and leans down to pull an Ipad out of her bag beside the bed.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"That was Molly, apparently we're all over every gossip site there is, as an official couple." She mumbles. She taps the screen a few times before turning it towards me.

The page is titled: Ellis' New Squeeze.

There are three pictures. The first is a picture of Lilly and I at the Rosemary Trust fund raiser. We're dancing, her back is to the camera and my face is pressed into her neck in a clearly intimate way, my arms are wrapped around her. The second is of me holding open the door of the Aston for her, and the third is of us outside the opera in Rome. She looks smoking.

"You look hot Sugar." I kiss her shoulder and flick my tongue teasingly along her skin. She slaps my chest gently.

"This is serious Theo. They know who I am." She looks upset.

"Don't panic." I take the tablet from her and read the article.

It appears that our very own millionaire playboy Theodore Ellis has finally settled down. He's previously been romantically linked to Darcy Lorell, Tina Cortilla and Nancy Porter, but never in an official capacity.

He arrived dateless last weekend as he attended the Rosemary trust fundraiser. However once inside the event he was quickly spotted with the same red head he's been seen with several times over the last month. Sources have confirmed that the pair are in fact an item. So who exactly is the woman that has managed to capture the ever elusive Theodore Ellis I hear you say. Based on her looks you’d think perhaps a model? Wrong. Sources have confirmed her as Lilly Parker, a solicitor for Florell and Simmons. Yes that's right brains and beauty, but we wouldn't expect anything less from the woman dating Britain’s most notorious ladies’ man. One thing’s for sure, they make a sickeningly good looking couple.

"Well, they were bound to find out who you are eventually. I think they've portrayed you quite well." I smile at her and stroke her hair, trying to calm her.

"I just know there will be rumours and speculation that you're still up to old tricks." She huffs. "They just love the idea of you fucking a different celebrity each week."

I roll over her, pressing her into the mattress. I cup her face with my hand. "But I'm not. I'm with you, and no-one else even comes close to you in my eyes. How can you doubt my feelings for you?" I kiss her nose.

She sighs. "I know. I trust you." She relaxes against me and runs her fingers into my hair. "I just hate being perceived as the stupid girlfriend, naive to your ways." She rolls her eyes.

"It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks." I press my lips to hers firmly. "You are everything I want." I whisper against her lips.

She kisses me back hard, her lips part allowing me access to her tongue. She hums against my lips. I pull away to kiss her throat, leaving her breathless.

"Okay. You're right." She sighs.

"Of course. I'm always right."

She runs her fingers across my stubble, holding my gaze. "Well as much as I would love to stay right here I need to get ready for work and the guaranteed barrage of shit I'm going to get for fucking my client." She presses her lips to mine quickly before shimmying out from underneath me. I watch her naked retreating back as she makes her way into the bathroom. I may need to take a cold shower after watching her perfect little arse.

Over the next couple of days I have photographers outside my offices. I was then hounded by them outside Florell and Simmons when I went to pick Lilly up for lunch, and they were at her flat when I dropped her off that evening. Jesus, surely they've got better things to do.

I can cope with the press, I’m used to it, but Lilly’s not. I just hope the vultures don’t go dragging through every scrap of information they can find about her, it might be enough to spook her.

I'm in the office on Wednesday morning when Hugo bursts through the door. He's wearing what looks like gym kit and he's out of breath. He's carrying only a newspaper.

"Jesus Hugo, don't you knock." It's only eight thirty and I haven't had coffee yet, which always leaves me in a sour mood. Speaking of which, what the hell is Hugo doing up this early, he's usually hung-over...or still pissed.

"I came as soon as I saw it. I was worried you'd see it on the street or something and freak out." His face is etched with concern.


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