Beautiful Betrayal (Scandalous Billionaires #1) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Insta-Love, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones

Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 667(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)

The minute I met Grayson Bennett I was charmed. I had no idea he was the billionaire boss, I'd just started working for. The minute I found out, I tried to pull back. I had reasons to need my job and rather desperately, and I couldn't risk an affair with the boss, destroying my career. I tried to stay away, I did, but our attraction was magnetic and Grayson's a man who knows what he wants, and he doesn't stop until he wins his prize. I was that prize and a willing prize at that. I fell in love, and hard, and how could I not? Grayson was nothing like what you'd expect of a man with insane amounts of money and power. He never made me feel like I was less than him, in fact, he made me feel as if I was everything to him, the reason he breathed. And he said, I made him feel whole for the first time in his life.But something happened, and the world as I knew it shattered.My heart shattered.The man I loved and trusted hurt me in ways I didn't know were possible. I will never be the same.Then suddenly life throws us back together and demands we face a common enemy, and just that easily I'm melting with his touch again, desperate to push him away and yet just as desperate to feel him close. I can feel how easily I could fall under his spell again, how easily my delicately mended glass heart could shatter all over again, how easily he could break me.I have to be strong.I will not fall in love with Grayson Bennett again.The problem is I'm not sure I ever stopped.Beautiful Betrayal is a contemporary, intensely emotional standalone romance with a HEA after a lot of struggles and misconceptions that might be upsetting to some to get there. This book contains a possessive alpha hero, plenty of explicit sexual content, and some profanity.

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Part One: Dirty Rich Betrayal

Chapter one


With my rental idling at the gate of Grayson Bennett’s beachside Hamptons mansion, I stare at the keypad. The code won’t be the same. It’s been a year now. He would have changed the code and yet, instead of punching the call button, my hand trembles as I reach for the numbers. I key in the code I once used often and the gate begins to creep open. I grip the steering wheel, some part of me wanting to believe that Grayson left the code in place because he hoped I’d come back. Which is ridiculous. The man betrayed me. He never loved me. He hurt me, and yet here I am, about to stand on his doorstep and ask to come inside his home and domain.

I drive the basic sedan that I picked up in the city to avoid a chopper service, and pull it around the circle drive, stopping on the opposite side of the house, where I park under my favorite willow tree. The minute I kill the engine, my heart thunders wildly in my chest. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am. I’m here. I’m doing this. I slide my purse over my head and across my chest to allow it to rest on my jean-clad hip. I’m not backing out now.

Forcing myself to climb out of the car, I step into a gust of chilly late-October wind coming off the ocean. My light brown hair lifts, and the chill on my neck has me snuggling deeper into my light blue sweater. I inhale the fresh scent of the ocean, the taste of salt on my lips follows and so do the memories of this place, of me here with Grayson. I can’t believe how emotional this feels. Why can’t I just get over this man? I am over him. This is just me reacting to a time in my life when this man stole my every breath. It’s a part of me, just as he always will be.

With that mantra in my mind, I hurry forward and rush up the stairs of the understated mansion with three steeples and wood siding. My chest pinches with the realization that the last time I was here, Grayson had just inherited it from his late-father, a man I loved and respected. A good man with exceptional taste and standards. Raymond Bennett did nothing less than perfect, this stunning house included.

I stop at the door and reach for the bell, but my hand falls away, my lashes lowering, with the attack of memories that charge through my mind; the fight, the betrayal, the tears, so many gut-wrenching tears he didn’t deserve, but there is also so much more—the history. The way he made me feel like I was his world when obviously I wasn’t, but it doesn’t seem to matter. I can’t seem to forget him and standing here now, I can still smell his woodsy cologne and taste his passion and my God. My eyes pop open. What am I doing? I can’t be here.

I should have just called.

I turn and head down the stairs, but my attempted escape comes too late. The roar of an expensive engine sounds moments before a black Porsche Boxster, Grayson’s car of choice, circles the drive, and speeds toward me. I halt at the last step as he, in turn, halts the car directly in front of me. I hold my breath, preparing for the impact this man has always had on me, telling myself he won’t anymore. I’m not the same person I was when we were together. I’m stronger. I’m harder. I’m more jaded.

I won’t melt for Grayson Bennett.

He kills the engine and pops his door open, obviously not going into the garage. I’m here. He wants to know why. He unfolds himself and straightens all six feet three inches of his hard body, the wind catching in his thick, wavy dark hair, as my fingers often did in the past. He shuts his door, his unassuming, faded jeans and long-sleeved black T-shirt hugging every hard inch of a body that is just as perfect now at thirty-eight as it was at thirty-four when we met. Back when I was twenty-seven, his junior by eight years, and his wisdom and confidence inspired admiration and attraction in me.

He saunters toward me, his stride easy, but no less predatory, while oozing power and grace. He stops in front of me, towering over me despite the step down I have yet to take. He’s close, so very close. My gaze sweeps the hint of gray in his neatly trimmed goatee that I like a little too much. My lashes lower, and I breathe out before I force myself to look at him, my stare colliding with his potent green eyes and even with all my inner dialogue about not reacting to him, I am. I feel every touch I’ve ever shared with this man right here, right now.