Wright Kind of Trouble Read Online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: K.A. Linde Advertisement1

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I turned to try to wrangle my brothers when my eyes landed on a guy dressed in a tailored navy suit. My breath caught at the sight of him. Beautiful and pouty and tortured perfection. The consternation that played across his bold features was at odds with the occasion. As if he’d walked into the wedding off the street and was trying to figure out what he was doing here.

The light played across the soft curl of his ash-blonde hair, highlighting the golden strands threaded through the darker color. His eyes were a blue that shouldn’t be legal. Like falling into a pool of water. They kept glancing up at the altar and quickly away, as if he didn’t want anyone to see him looking. His hand kept going to the inside pocket of his suit, like he needed whatever was in there for courage.

For a split second, it was as if he could feel my eyes upon him. His gaze swept in my direction, and then they locked upon me. My mouth went dry. My body felt like it had been electrified. Every nerve stood on end. Just from a glance.

With those high cheekbones, a razor-sharp jawline, and pretty, pouty lips opened slightly on a question, I was a goner.

I didn’t even know his name.

“Harley,” West called.

I jumped, breaking eye contact and turning back to my brother. “Huh?”

“Let’s get our seats.”

I nodded and followed them down the aisle, closer and closer to the man who had captured me in one look. I was still looking at him when I nearly ran into Whitt’s back. He gave me a strange look and then turned into the row.

I was momentarily frozen as I saw that I was directly across from him. He caught my gaze again, and a smirk crossed his features. The first look that wasn’t full of irritation. My stomach flipped, and heat came to my cheeks.

Then the music began. The wedding was about to start. His frown returned, bigger than ever, and he sank into his seat.

I quickly took mine, coming back to myself in increments.

I had no idea who he was.

He had to be ten years older than me.

My brothers would not be chill with this.

Fuck.

2

Chase

The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was at my ex’s wedding as she married my enemy.

Annie stood at the front of the room with her hands in Jordan Wright’s as a tear trickled down her cheek. Her friends and family were on all sides as she spoke her vows to the man she loved. The man who wasn’t me.

My hand inched toward the flask in my coat pocket. It’d probably be rude to pull it out in the middle of the ceremony. Right?

I sighed and slouched back further.

It wasn’t that I was still in love with Annie. We’d been best friends, growing up. We briefly dated in high school, and then, as I was off to Yale for my undergrad, we made a pact. If we weren’t married by thirty, then…we’d marry each other. A part of me had always assumed that my person would be Annie. Now, I was twenty-nine and watching her marry someone else.

I was happy for her. In a way…because she was happy. Though not about who she was marrying. If it could have been anyone other than Jordan Wright, that would have been preferable. Considering the long-held rivalry between the Wrights and the Sinclairs, which had only doubled when they opened this winery and when Jordan fell for my girl, it was shocking that I’d even shown up.

I’d gotten some looks when I arrived.

But Annie had personally delivered the invite, and even if we weren’t what we had been, we had too much history for me to deny her.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

I bit back another sigh and forced myself to applaud as the crowd applauded their union.

Why couldn’t I have just stayed home? It would have been easier. My own sister had told me I was a fool for going. She probably wasn’t wrong.

Jordan grabbed Annie’s hand in his and raised it high above his head. The crowd roared its approval, coming to their feet in a triumph of adoration. The crowning jewel of the Wrights, who were fucking royalty in this town. A fact that I very clearly remembered, as I was surrounded by them.

Still, I plastered a smile on my face as they hurried down the aisle. I’d never seen Annie so happy before. As if all of her dreams had come true.

I wanted that for her.

I wanted the joy on her face.

I wanted everyone cheering for her.

But I could be sad, even briefly, for what could have been. It wouldn’t have worked out. I knew that now. But there had been a point in my life when I was sure it would be her. Instead, we were here.


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