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  Deception

  Eden Rose

  Deception

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Deception. Copyright © 2019 by Eden Rose. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact Eden Rose.

  Deception © 2019 Eden Rose

  Editing & Formatting: Christine Sterling, Knox Publishing

  Publisher: Knox Publishing

  Cover Design: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations

  Dear Readers,

  I spent a lot of time going back and forth as to how I was going to retell the story of Wyatt and Keeley. No matter which way I twisted it, they needed more than just one novel. Their love for one another is deeper than just a one book thing. They need you to know how much they care for one another and how their relationship is not going to be easy.

  Keeley is married, and Wyatt is her client. There is nothing easy about that.

  Just like in basketball, their story is divided into four quarters.

  Their love story is going to be rough, sexy, hot, and gritty.

  I hope you love them as much as I do.

  Warning

  This content contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including sexual situations and domestic abuse.

  Table of Contents

  Part One: Score

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Part Two: Overtime

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Stay tuned

  He Owns Me

  Prologue

  Part One: Score

  Prologue

  “You can deny all you want," he says to me as he pushes my back against my desk and lays me out in front of him, "I see the way your hips move to meet my hand. I see the way that your back arches and your breathing gets erratic when I do this," he cups my heavy and needy breasts in his hands and thumbs my peaks. "Tell me you want it," he demands as he bites my collar bone.

  How can he expect me to use words? This man is insane. I nod and then growl with a whimpered finish as his teeth sink into my flesh. I cry out and then yelp as his hand slaps my breast. "You use your words. If you don't... let's just say that your ass will be hurting."

  I should be scared, but all I can feel is the thrum in my body. "Yes, I want it! Please!" I beg like the wanton hussy that he brings out of me.

  I shriek when he bites me again. "That is the last time I ask you twice." He suddenly flips me over and pulls on my hips, so I am on my hands and knees. When his hand wraps around my throat (just with enough pressure so it wasn't painful), he thrusts himself so hard into me that my eyes tear up and my gasp gets caught in my throat.

  When I am able to let my scream out, I hear the front door open and then shut. "Key? I am home."

  He pulls himself out of me and pushes on the cheeks of my ass so I fall onto my front. "Shit. Your husband is home!" I watch as he scrambles to throw on his own clothes and then jumps out my window.

  And just like that, I go from a wife to an adulteress in a matter of a day.

  I pant loudly as I hear the alarm ringing to wake me up for the day. Shit. He’s invaded my sleep now.

  Chapter 1

  Keeley

  So many times I have asked myself: How did I get here? Sure, everybody asks themselves that when they are working in a crap job and are not happy. I am happy to say that I have great job as a sports attorney at a prestigious law office in Oakland County, Michigan. Granted, it's a wonderful thing that I have such a good job that I am happy with, but how did I get here?

  Each day is the same. Order is what I strive for, but it never made me feel stuck before. I wake up, make breakfast for my husband and then go to work. I work my ass off at work and then come home to make dinner. Jerry works too much to contribute to household chores and I make sure that we have everything settled and situated.

  Jerry takes care of us financially and my money is used to take care of fun activities. About a year ago, on our three-year wedding anniversary, we opened up a joint checking account and he is in charge of all of the money. Even though we work at the same law office, Johnson, Johnson, Miller (JJM), we work in separate departments and really don't see too much of each other at work.

  "Hey, Keeley! You better not be blowing me off for Ladies Night at The Brick House tonight! If you do, I am going to key your car!" Olivia is insane and she is the Miller in our law office. Her kinky red hair and alabaster skin make her look innocent which is a complete lie. In college, she once streaked the campus on a Naked Bell Run. Insane.

  And, the Naked Bell Run is exactly what you think. It’s a bell in the middle of the small campus that people run to naked.

  I knew I shouldn't go out with Olivia and Shana tonight because I have so much work to get done. Luckily for me, I have landed a contract with the local professional basketball team. Right now is so busy because of the contract negotiations and all of that. "Eh, O, I have so much work to do. Please, next week?"

 
Truth is, I wanted to go out except I haven't been feeling right lately. I know that most of this is in my head but I can't seem to get it out. Day after day, it's the same. The order I preached about earlier? My life is never in order. It's a big, giant mess.

  She huffs and stomps through my office where she shakes my chair with her hands on my arm rests. My head moves from side to side and she gives me her famous "I am going to screw you over and take everything you own" look. And that is why Olivia Miller is the leading divorce attorney in Oakland County. "You will come and don't make me tell Shana that you are trying to back out!”

  If Olivia is insane, Shana Montgomery is the poster child for being a big bitch. She didn't want to partner with us and is a lawyer across town. Like Jerry, she is a defense attorney but handles more criminal cases than Jerry. She once got a man off a murder charge by beating up the witness to the point where she was hysterical in court.

  I agree to go out only because I don't feel like listening to the both of them giving me a hard time again. Since they are both unattached, they don't really know nor understand that a marriage takes a lot of work and that I need to be home to spend time with Jerry. My husband is usually pretty busy and that leaves me time to do whatever I want around the house. Most of the time, I like it... but lately it gives me too much time to think and that is where the problems start.

  Especially since I have a wild imagination.

  After Olivia left, I concentrated on the files that have exploded on my desk. Being an attorney for some of these players is difficult because the press has found out who I am. One night, they followed me home and then bombards me while I walk to my door. Jerry came out and threatened them.

  "Mrs. Johnson! Mrs. Johnson! Are you really representing problem player, Wyatt Thorne?"

  "Mrs. Johnson, what do you think about those who believe you got this position because of who your father was?"

  "Give us an answer! Mrs. Johnson! Mrs. Johnson!"

  "What do you think about the allegations of you sleeping with your new client?"

  "Is there any validity in those allegations?"

  "How much is Thorne making?"

  "Is it true that he had to go to rehab for his drug addiction?"

  The only thing that the press did was send me into a panic attack. They flooded my home and waited for me to come home from work and outings. There have been times that they would be waiting for me in the morning it's always the same inane questions but I'm getting tired of it. I feel like a prisoner in my own house and I haven't even met my new client!

  Five files have been updated and put away when my door opens. Jerry sticks his head in just walks into my office. I don't walk into his office without permission because one time that I did, he got really upset. "Keeley, are you done? I was thinking we can go to dinner..." Jerry seems nervous but I don't know why he would be.

  For only a moment, I consider blowing off my girl friends but then I couldn't remember the last time I went out with any of them. I try to be a good friend, but this medication that I'm taking is really screwing with me. It's messing with my hormones and makes me sick to my stomach. "Olivia and Shana want to go out tonight so I am going to hang out with them, too."

  Jerry frowns for a minute and then walks over to my desk. After he perches himself on my work top, he speaks very precise and clipped. "Keel, don't forget we have that doctor's appointment tomorrow. So you probably should not go."

  The way he says this makes me know that he is not requesting that I stay home. This is an order. "Why are we going to the doctor?" This is news. Usually, I am the one the schedules the doctor appointments and everything.

  "We are going to the fertility clinic."

  Ohholyshitfuckhotdamn! No, we can't do that! Time to play dumb. "Why?" I know why and it's going to create a huge mess of problems when he finds out.

  I feel the palm of his hand as it slides behind my neck and his fingers grip my throat and then his words splash across my cheeks. "We have been trying to get pregnant and all you have done is put on weight."

  Direct hit to the gut. Literally. I felt the tears prick my eyes and my nose got all tingly. Jerry just knows where to stick the knife in. I know I’m not a little girl, but he doesn’t have to bring it up constantly. It’s getting worse and worse. The more he talks about my weight gain, the more junk I consume.

  When I haven't said anything is a few minutes, he gets off of his perch and pats my cheek with force. "Be ready in fifteen. We are going to the gym." Just the way he throws in the word gym lets me know what kind of trip this is going to be. It’s going to be one of those god awful gym trips that makes me want to cry when we are leaving.

  He leaves my office and I feel the water works. Olivia comes into my office and immediately slams the door. "That bastard!" My friends didn't really like Jerry to begin with.

  That is what she calls Jerry, That Bastard. Every time she has something to say about him, that is what she refers to him as. "Were you listening?" I am so humiliated it's not even remotely funny. It’s one thing that he brings up my weight gain to my face, it’s another that he says that shit in public where others can hear it.

  My friend walks over to my desk and grabs my elbows to pull me up. "It's hard not to hear him when he is slamming around and then informed me that you weren't going out."

  I looked down at my stomach and breathed a heavy breath. It is true. I have put on weight and I can feel my clothes getting tighter. "He wants to get pregnant..." I am let go and I fall back into my seat with a plunk!

  Olivia looked around and winced when she seen Jerry peering into my office window. "Look, I know you are in love and everything, but don't you think it's time to tell him? Maybe he will understand. I know...uh, I understand... why you are reluctant in telling him but it's going to come out sooner or later and you might as well tell him."

  Ding! Ding!

  Saved by my fax machine.

  My friend throws her head back and laughs loudly. "I always forget that you are so old school!" Olivia can't finish her sentence because she is laughing so loud. I glare at her. "I didn't realize people still... I can't, I can't!" She grips her sides and leans over to ease her stomach ache from laughing at my expense. "I mean... you are the most sought out... Oh Jesus!"

  I fling my long chestnut hair over my shoulder and shove my way past her while rolling on my chair. Yeah, it's lazy but these shoes kill me! I had a meeting with the accountants about the basketball players and I have been waiting for the copies of the contracts that I signed.

  "Wheeeeeewwww!" Olivia let's out a deep breath and is trying to calm herself by waving her hand in front of her red face.

  "Bitch!"

  Jerry opens my office door with a slam as it bounces off the wall. My friend and I both sober quickly and look at my husband. "You two sound like a bunch of cackling hens!" He storms out and yells over his shoulder. "Come on, Keeley! I moved our appointment for tonight!"

  "Oh shit." I pack up my stuff and listen to Olivia talk about her newest boy toy, Frank. Just like all the other ones, he has commitment issues.

  "Keel, please call me after your appointment," she kisses my cheek and walks out of my office.

  After a few calming breaths, I shutdown my laptop and pack it in my messenger bag that I got from the Prada store. The work bag was my present to myself for landing this contract with the basketball team. I spent so much on the bag that I don't even place it on the floor. It has it’s place on chairs. What! Don't judge me. It's a papaya colored bag that set me back three grand.

  Yeah, the bag is pricey, but it makes me happy.

  Well, there is no more stalling and all of my stuff is put away. I grab the contracts and walk out of my office with my office key poised. After I lock it up, I walk out of the building and see Jerry waiting for me at the curb in his BMW.

  "Ready?" He asks me as I get myself situated in the passenger seat.

  As I will ever be. "Yes."

  Chapter 2

  Wyatt
/>   "Mr. Thorne, these are your contracts that you need to look over before tomorrow's meeting with your attorney." My agent, Jenna, is what you expect when you think sports agent. With her long blonde hair and tight clothes that show off her modified body, she is always leaning over me.

  I take a deep breath and I am determined not to sleep with this one like I did the last one. Katie, turned into a psycho who started getting upset at me for working. Sure, she was beautiful, but beautiful only covers so much when the person is ugly inside.

  One night, she showed up at my house wearing only a trench coat. After I fucked her against the doorway, she told me that she was in love with me and wanted me to marry her. Don’t get me wrong, she had a tight pussy and let me do just about anything with her…

  But she wasn’t the marrying kind.

  "Yeah." The contract is standard and just like the other ones. Give me my worth in the amount of salary they are willing to pay me. I wonder if this is how cows feel when they are being sold off. I'm just a piece of ass but it makes more money than I will know what to deal with. Especially since I’m taking care of two other people.

  Jenna rubs her tits on my arm and then breathes down my neck. “Did you want me to bring it to your house? You know, the final copy. I could totally do that and then show you around. I know you are new to these suburbs.”

  I am new, but I don’t want her to show me anything. I don’t want her rubbing her tits on me either. It’s too tempting and I’m not wanting to get in trouble. All I need is for her to say that I came on to her or something, and then I’m fucked.

  I walk out of her office and go down the stairs that lead to the garage. Playing here is new to me. I have been pro for quite a few years and all of those teams have bent over to kiss my ass to keep me. This team hasn't and I don't know why. Something about me being cocky or some shit. I think I have earned the right to be cocky. I have won many championships and I am popular with the fans.

  I climb into my Lincoln SUV and drive the seven miles to my new house. Being 6'6', I needed to make sure I could fit into my vehicle and Lincoln makes awesome vehicles. Plus, I get endorsements from them and advertising for their products. It’s not as if I need the extra money, I just love their products.