Page 1 of Wrecked By You

Chapter1

Johannes

Trust is a commodity I can no longer afford.

My exquisite woman,unashamedly braless, given the jaunty bounce of her breasts, twirled in the street, her skirts fanning out from her thighs as rain pelted the asphalt and soaked her from head to foot. She didn’t care.

Nor did I.

Spellbound, I took shelter underneath the awning of a bakery long since closed for the night and watched as her nipples poked through her thin silk shirt.

“Join me,” she cried, a joyous grin lifting her cheeks, her glee reflected in the sparkling green of her eyes.

I shook my head.

“Come on, Jo-Jo.” She beckoned to me, the tendrils of my soul wrapping around her curling finger. “Don’t be a spoilsport.”

I smiled at the nickname, despite my distaste for it. Only Sadie could get away with calling me that. But regardless of her plea, I refused her request for a second time.

“I have to go.”

She stopped spinning, her lips downturned, disappointment at my declaration obvious in her expression and the curve to her shoulders.

“Not yet.” She darted to where I stood, sheltering from the rain, and twisted her hair to wring out the water. “It’s early.”

I checked my watch, an exorbitant gift from my father, but one I treasured. He’d given it to me a year earlier, after I’d graduated from Cambridge University in England, his pride in my achievements apparent. I’d always wanted to study abroad, and while getting into such a prestigious school hadn’t been easy, my excellent high school grades had secured my place in one of the best educational institutes in the world.

I guess having a billionaire for a father hadn’t hurt my chances, either.

There were downsides to such wealth, but I preferred to focus on the positives. Being rich brought its challenges, but it also brought opportunities, ones I enjoyed wringing the hell out of. My family’s riches had allowed me to spend more than a year after I’d graduated traveling through Europe and the Far East, finishing right back where I’d started, in England.

I shook my head again. “My flight leaves at nine in the morning, and I can’t miss it.”

Tomorrow, I’d fly back to America and join the family firm. I hadn’t a clue what area of the company Dad expected me to assume responsibility for, but being a part of the Kingcaid organization had been written in my future at birth. Just like it had been for my older brother, Asher, whom Dad had already lined up to take over the hotel business one day, and my younger brother, Penn, who was in his second year at Harvard.

A perfect pout graced Sadie’s plump lips, and she nudged me with the toe of her shoe. “All work and no play makes Jo-Jo a very dull boy.”

She unfastened the top three buttons of her shirt, revealing pert tits and erect nipples that begged for my mouth.

I groaned. “Sadie, don’t make this harder than it is.”

She palmed my erection through my jeans. “Seems pretty hard to me.”

I groaned again, slamming my lips against hers, stroking her tongue with mine. My hands dropped to her ass, her skirt dripping wet from the torrential downpour. I circled my hips, mashing our groins together.

“Come back to my place,” I murmured. “Stay the night.”

“Johannes.” She sighed and stepped away, fastening her buttons. “You’re leaving me, and I’m on the edge here. It’s killing me that I have to say goodbye. To stay the night and have to tear myself away in the morning is only going to make it that much more difficult. And besides, you told me you still haven’t packed yet.”

“This isn’t goodbye, Sadie. Not for us. Let me get settled back in Seattle, and then we’ll work something out. I promise.” I dipped my head to steal another kiss. “Come on. Let’s make a run for it.”

I gripped her hand, and, soaked through to the skin, we dashed to the set of steps leading down to the underground station. When it rained in England, it poured. At the bottom of the steps, I pulled Sadie toward me. Her train left from the opposite platform to mine.

“It’s not goodbye,” I reiterated.

“You say that now, but things happen.”

Something in her eyes gave me pause. I searched her face. She appeared… scared? No, not scared. Apprehensive. On edge and unlike the confident woman I’d grown to love.

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