Author: Bella Jewel
Release Date: June 17, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
All men have a wingman - it's the bro code.
I'd like to say I fit into that code - only I am missing a certain long, hard member that automatically allows me entrance.
That doesn't matter - because for him I'm the ultimate.
Well, in the grand scheme of things - his wing-woman.
Reign Braxton. Womaniser. Asshole. Douche of the century. Sexy as sin but as rule would have it - all sexy men have a problem.
Reign is still lusting after the one that got away.
Enter me. Wing woman of the century, make-ex-jealous extraordinaire.
It's my job.
Why do I do it, you ask? Simple - money.
Reign's obsession gives me a good lifestyle.
I am anything he wants me to be, all for a price of course.
But I go and do something incredibly stupid - I fall in love with my boss. My boss who is in love with his ex.
There are no prizes for second best.
The name has a sigh whooshing out of my mouth and my eyes rolling.
King of sex. Jealous. Possessive. Obsessed. Gorgeous.
Those are the first thoughts that come to mind when describing sex extraordinaire, Reign Braxton.
Twelve months ago, I would have melted to my knees at the very sight of him. Golden eyes, tall, broad, ripped beyond ripped, messy black hair and a smile to die for. He could flick your panties off and have them running for cover with a mere glance in your direction.
He’s also an asshole.
Like, a mega asshole. Not just your average prick—no, Reign takes prick to a whole new level. He owns the word. What he doesn’t own, however, is a heart. It packed its bags and ran off with the last woman who left him: the woman who put me in this position.
The woman that brought Reign into my life.
Also known as Slutena. That’s all she is, a giant whore with dollar signs in her eyes. Her need for Reign goes no further than a cock to warm her expensive pussy at night and a credit card to pay for her luxurious, make-her-legs-look-gorgeous shoes.
But without Slutena, there would be no me. You see, although Reign is all those things to her, to him she’s like . . . sunshine or whatever. He looks at her and his golden eyes go all mushy. He fell for her million-dollar pussy and those damned legs, and then he found another man balls deep inside her just over a year ago.
Broke his heart—the heart she still holds.
So that’s where I come in. I’d like to call myself a superhero, but that would be unclassy. I’m far better. I’m the ultimate. I’m the reason his bed is kept warm and his ex is kept jealous.
I’m Reign’s wingman.
Or, wingwoman, if you will.
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