The Risk: A Billionaire Romance (Wagered Hearts Series, Book 2)

BOOK: The Risk: A Billionaire Romance (Wagered Hearts Series, Book 2)
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Contents

Title Page

Prologue

Chapter 1: Mel

Chapter 2: Ryan

Chapter 3: Mel

Chapter 4: Mel

Chapter 5: Ryan

Chapter 6: Ryan

Chapter 7: Mel

Chapter 8: Mel

Chapter 9: Ryan

Chapter 10: Mel

Chapter 11: Mel

Chapter 12: Mel

Chapter 13: Ryan

Chapter 14: Mel

Chapter 15: Mel

Chapter 16: Mel

Chapter 17: Mel

Chapter 18: Ryan

Chapter 19: Mel

Chapter 20: Ryan

Chapter 21: Mel

Chapter 22: Mel

Chapter 23: Ryan

Chapter 24: Ryan

Chapter 25: Mel

Chapter 26: Mel

Chapter 27: Ryan

Epilogue

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Copyright

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE RISK: A BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE (WAGERED HEARTS SERIES)

 

by Calista Kyle

Copyright 2014 Calista Kyle

All Rights Reserved

 

Prologue

Three Months Earlier

 

Chad was late from work again. It was already the third time this week, and it was only Wednesday. Lately he’d been making a habit of leaving for work early and coming back late after I knew his offices were closed. I paced the floor of the apartment that we shared. Something wasn’t right. It hadn’t felt right in months.

When he finally walked through the door, I let out a loud sigh, partly from relief and partly irritation. Chad startled at the sound and turned to look at me in the darkened living room.

“Are you having an affair?” I asked. My voice remained surprisingly calm and even.

“What?! No, of course not,” he said.

He walked into the sunken living room and stood in front of me. His tie was loosened and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked tired and stressed with faint dark circles under his eyes.

“What’s been going on then?” I asked. “You’ve been acting distant lately.”

He ran a hand through his copper red hair and looked away. My heart squeezed as I looked at him and I wanted to reach out to pull him closer, as if that could bridge the distance that had grown between us.

“I just have a lot on my plate right now, with work and everything,” he finally said.

“Is that it?” I asked. I felt a relief wash over me. I’d feared that he would say the dreaded words I’d heard before—“It’s not you, it’s me”. A smile tugged on my lips as I closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around his waist, nuzzling my head against his chest. “I was afraid you’d gotten tired of me or something,” I confessed.

“No…uh…listen Mel,” he began. He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me back, looking down at me. “The truth is, I have been thinking about us lately.”

He stepped back and began pacing the floor, running his hand through his hair agitatedly. My heart lurched at his sudden change. I’d seen this too many times before. Inside, I was screaming
“No no no no no! Please don’t let this be happening.”

“So, you see what I mean?” he asked, snapping me back to attention.

I stared at him blankly. “I’m sorry what did you say?” I asked faintly.

“I think we need some space. Things moved so quickly between us, and I just think we need some time apart to reassess our relationship.”

“You think we need space?” I repeated thickly, staring at him in shock.

“Yes. I think if we cooled off a little—”

“Now you want to cool off?” I asked, my voice rising in anger. “After a year, you’re going to tell me now that we moved too fast? You couldn’t have said this, oh I don’t know, a year ago?”

“I didn’t feel this way a year ago,” he blurted. “I’m only 27 for God’s sake. I’m not ready to be tied down.”

“You think I’m tying you down?”

“Yes…no! I don’t know. It feels like we’re already married, what with you living here and expecting me home every night.”

“You’re the one who asked me to move in with you, and why shouldn’t I expect you home every night. Where else would you go?”

“See! That’s what I’m talking about. I can’t even go out with my friends or do anything without you wondering where I am,” he said.

“What are you saying, Chad?! You think I shouldn’t wonder where you are if you don’t come home? That I shouldn’t be upset if you’re out with other women. Is that it Chad? Do you want to see other people?”

Chad blew out a breath and sank down on the couch, holding his head in his hands. “It’s not that, Mel. I’d never cheat on you. I just feel like I’m not ready for a serious relationship right now.”

“One year of dating and now you tell me you’re not ready for a serious relationship.”

“I’m sorry,” he said.

I stood there staring at him. He bent his head with his elbows resting on his thighs. He didn’t even bother to look up at me. I suddenly began to panic. I couldn’t lose Chad. Not now, not after a year. He was the longest relationship I’d ever had and he was the only person I could imagine sharing a future with.

“Please Chad,” I said desperately. “We can work this out. Whatever it is that happened to us—”

“I’m transferring to Dubai,” he said, cutting me off.

His words brought me up short. I shook my head, unsure if I’d heard correctly. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve accepted a position heading up the opening of our offices in Dubai,” he said. “I’ll be leaving in two weeks.”

I noticed that he didn’t include “we” in his statement. “I’ll be leaving,” he said. That meant he had no intention of me coming along. I could feel the hot tears burn the back of my eyes as I fought to keep them at bay. “So that’s it then?” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.

He gave me a tight nod, not even bothering to speak. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and wiped the tear that had trickled down my cheek.

“Goodbye Chad,” I said. I moved past him towards the front door and walked out of the apartment for the last time.

 

Chapter 1: Mel

“I’m getting married!”

I nearly choked on my drink and had to take a moment to catch my breath. The last thing I expected when my best friend Lily asked me out to lunch and told me she had big news was that she was getting married. I shouldn’t have been surprised though. She and her fiancé, Roman, were perfect for each other. Anyone who ever saw them together could immediately tell that they were in it for the long haul.

It was wonderful to see how she blossomed under his loving care and encouragement. Before he came into her life, she’d been cynical and jaded about love and relationships. Since they’d been together, she’d learned to trust and be more open with her feelings.

He’d changed for the better too. Roman Conrad was a notorious flirt and playboy. With his looks and wealth, he was a definite catch and he knew it. But Lily had done the impossible. She’d humbled him. It was a remarkable transformation for the both of them, but it didn’t come without some difficulties and trials. There were days where I thought they’d never be able to work it out, but in the end they had worked through their issues and grown stronger from it.

I couldn’t be happier for them, but a little part of me couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. Why couldn’t it be me getting married? And why did every guy I meet turn out to be a two-faced jerk who ran at the first sign of commitment?

“Well? Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” she asked, smiling at me widely.

“Of course! Congratulations girl, I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Mel. I want you to be my maid of honor,” Lily said. “We want it to be a short engagement. Roman’s said no more than three months. I know its short notice, but will you do it?”

“Three months? What’s the rush?” I asked.

“He doesn’t want a long engagement. Plus, it’ll be easier to keep it out of the papers if it’s short.”

“I see.”

“Well? Will you do it?”

“Yes a thousand times! You don’t even have to ask. Whatever you need, I’m your girl,” I said.

“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” she said. She reached over the table and gave me a hug, spilling my water in the process. “Oh shit, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, throwing my napkin over the wet spot on the table. “So where do we begin? You must have a ton of things to do if you’re going to plan a wedding in three months.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ve hired a wedding planner to take care of all those little details. All we need to worry about is the dress.”

I gave her an incredulous look and she was quick to explain herself. “You know I’ve never been one of those girls who had their wedding all planned out when they were little. I don’t really care for the ceremony as long as at the end of the day Roman and I are married. Hell, I could do it at the city hall or Vegas, but Roman wants to do it right, he said. So this is our compromise. He’s paying for the wedding planner and all I have to do is show up on the date.”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned. There’s not much left for us to do then,” I said. “Just the dresses and the bachelorette party.”

“I guess,” she said hesitantly. “Listen Mel, I’m not sure about a bachelorette party. I don’t really want anything too elaborate or you know…raunchy. Just maybe a few drinks and maybe some dancing. Definitely no strippers.”

“Yeah right, Lil. Keep dreaming. You’re not getting out of your bachelorette party. How many chances will you ever get to have one thrown in your honor? And I’m going to go all out. Don’t even try to protest. It’s not going to work on me.”

Lily sighed in defeat, realizing that I wasn’t going to budge an inch on this. “Just promise me there won’t be any strippers.”

“I won’t do anything of the sort. Don’t worry about it,” I added, trying to ease her apprehensions. “It’ll be fun and tasteful, how about that?”

“I guess I have no choice.”

“Good. I knew you’d see things my way.”

I caught her rolling her eyes at me but chose to ignore it. Lily never wanted to make a fuss over herself, so it was up to me as the maid of honor to see to that.

“Oh before I forget, Roman wants to throw an engagement party. It’s just a little thing to get everybody together. His friend Ryan is back from Asia and will be his best man. Plus Rob’s back in town, and of course Miguel and Doris will be there. We’ll announce our engagement then so we’ll kill like ten birds with one stone.”

“When is it?”

“Next weekend. I told Roman to keep it small. I don’t want a lot of people there I don’t even know. Just close friends and family.”

“That sounds good. You can count me in. It’s not like I’ve got plans.”

Lily must have noticed the hint of sadness in my voice. Her expression immediately changed and she eyed me cautiously.

“So, enough about me,” Lily said. “How have you been doing? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“You haven’t. All that jet setting around the globe with your billionaire boyfriend—er I mean fiancé has left you little time for your old pal Mel,” I laughed lightly, but it came out sounding forced.

Lily frowned as she looked at me and bit her bottom lip. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here for you as much as I should be.”

“Hey, I was only joking. No need to go getting all emotional on me. Besides there’s not much happening in my life. Just working for my mom,” I said.

I had started working for my mom at Chère magazine almost two months ago. She was the editor of the fashion and lifestyle magazine and ran it with an iron fist. Her old assistant, Colette, had finally had enough and quit suddenly after my mother chewed her out for some inconsequential thing. Colette was already the third assistant my mother had gone through in the past two years.

When she asked me to start working for her, I was filled with hope and panic. I thought she was trying to reach out to me and build a closer relationship by working together. But at the same time, twenty six years of being her daughter had given me a healthy fear of her. I wasn’t the only one either. In fact, she had all her staff and half of New York’s elite terrified of her.

Even though I had experience running my own fashion blog, which attracted over 300000 visitors a month, my mother still started me off as a junior assistant, basically just above an unpaid intern. She said she didn’t want to give off the impression of nepotism, which I understood.

“How’s that working out,” Lily asked and I could see her repress a shiver.

“About how you’d think,” I said, smiling.

It wasn’t a surprise Lily and my mother didn’t get along. My mother had taken a disliking to Lily ever since she found out she would be my roommate in college. Since then, she hardly ever acknowledged Lily’s existence. That was just how she was—mercurial and cruel. If she didn’t like you, you were basically dead to her.

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