Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club #5) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Miles High Club Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
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I call her on her birthday and Christmas. She doesn’t call me ever. One day I will completely let go of the dream of trying to salvage our relationship. But for now, she’s still my sister who has just lost her way. I’m hoping she returns to the Elanor I once loved.

Elliot hates her with a passion, there is no chance ever of a reconciliation between the two of them.

“Come on.”

I grab my purse and he takes my hand in his, “Let’s go.”

Elliot

The crowd hushes as Kate walks through the art gallery, she eclipses everyone in the room.

I’m used to people staring at my brothers and I, but Kate…. she’s an enigma. She doesn’t have any idea just how talented she is.

But they do, and so do I.

I’m just the lucky prick that she happened to fall in love with.

“Auction number fifteen.” The auctioneer calls. “We have a Harriet Boucher painted by Katherine Miles.”

The room falls silent and I smile proudly as adrenaline surges through my system, I will never get enough of this.

Seeing her heart come through in the paintings, watching them fall in love with her through paint splayed on a canvas.

Knowing that she was calling to me all along.

It’s here, in the art galleries, where I see her paintings hanging on the wall, being admired by all, that I count my blessings a million times over.

For not so long ago, I would stare at her paintings for hours and wish for her to come true.

And she did.

In beautiful technicolor.

“This is the most precious work we have seen tonight.” The auctioneer calls.

Kate smiles bashfully and fuck, my heart somersaults in my chest.

“Can we start the bidding at three hundred thousand?”

I look over to my private bidder and rub my nose, our secret code for yes.

He holds up his card.

“Three hundred thousand.”

It doesn’t matter that I married Kate Landon or Harriet Boucher or that she’s my wife Kate Miles, nothing has changed. I have to have all of her paintings, every single one of them and damn it, nothing can stop me.

Not even her.

She won’t let me bid, tells me that I can have them for free, so I secretly hire someone to do it for me. While ever the prices are still going up at auction, it only makes her collection more valuable.

“Six hundred.”

“Seven twenty.”

“Nine hundred.”

Kate bites her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling.

I run my hand through my hair. “One point one.” My bidder calls.

“One point four.” A woman calls.

I smile at the ground, I love that this woman loves it, I bid against her at every auction. It’s almost tempting to let her have it.

Almost….

I rub my nose again, “One point six.” My bidder calls.

The room hushes as they wait for the next bid.

“One point six two.” The woman calls.

I nod.

“One point six five.” My bidder calls.

The lady laughs and shakes her head, “I’m out.”

“One point six five, once.” The auctioneer calls, “One point six five, twice.” His voice is loud and echoing through the art gallery. “Last call, one point six five… sold.” He slams down his hammer.

Kate shakes her head in disbelief and I put my arm around her, “Look at you go, baby.” I whisper. “Congratulations.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I can. You’re amazing.”

Kate

“Could there be a more perfect night?” I smile dreamily as we walk hand in hand into our penthouse. We are met with a glass wall overlooking the twinkling lights of Paris.

Elliot’s eyes hold mine, he has that look in them.

The one that I love.

His lips take mine as he walks me backwards. “What was so good about it?”

“The art auction, dinner overlooking the Eiffel Tower, a date with the world’s hottest man.”

He kisses me as he backs me up to the wall, his lips take mine with urgency.

I glance over to see a crystal vase with a huge bunch of red roses sitting on the counter with a white card, “What does the card say?” I ask.

“Suck your husband’s cock.” He murmurs against my lips.

I giggle because I know in reality it says something desperately romantic about how proud he is of me, he can’t help himself.

He does it every auction.

I drop to my knees and unzip his pants, with my eyes locked on his I slide the top of his cock into my mouth, he inhales sharply as he watches on.

His hands grip my hair as we get into a rhythm as he fucks my mouth hard, and no matter how many times I do this, bringing Elliot Miles undone is my favorite thing in the world.

He shudders and I smile around him, “Don’t you dare fucking come.”

I sit on a stool at the bar and listen to Elliot speak to a man. They are laughing and chatting in fluent French and I have to say that hearing him speak the native language does things to my libido. It fires it up like a blazing volcano.


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