Tempted by Fate
The Fate Trilogy Book Two
by
Sherilyn Gray
Copyright © 2013
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Copyright © 2013
All characters appearing in this
work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
Warning: This work contains
scenes of graphic sexual nature and it is written for adults only(18+). All
characters depicted in this story are over 18 years of age.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter
Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter
Seven
Chapter
Eight
Chapter One
Victor guided me across the ballroom toward
the entrance to the chateau in a flurry of quick steps, his hand steering at my
lower back. All around us, small groups of well-dressed people were mingling,
champagne flutes in hand. It was hard to miss her and impossible to ignore her.
She stood above most of the room—she was nearly as tall as Victor in her
heels—and her radiant blonde hair hovered over a perfect hourglass-shaped body.
She wore an elegant cream dress with intricate bead work all around, and a
beautiful blue pendant hung around her neck to top the outfit off. Every male
gaze in the room converged on her presence.
So that was Victor’s ex-wife.
The jewels around my neck that had made me
feel so gorgeous moments earlier now felt heavy and fraudulent. I felt like a
phoney next to this woman, who oozed class and beauty in a way foreign not just
to me, but to almost everyone else in the room. If that was the past I was
competing with in Victor’s heart, I was doomed to fail. My heart sank like a
stone just looking at her.
Victor dragged me out of the chateau and into
the cool night air toward the limo parked in the circular drive out front.
Shuffling so quickly in heels was beginning to make my feet hurt. I was tempted
to take my shoes off and walk in my bare feet at this rate, but we were almost
to the vehicle.
Questions swarmed my mind. Who was she? What
had happened? The fierce look on Victor’s face told me that he didn’t want to
talk about it. I bit my lip as I thought about his ex-wife, with her beautiful,
classy appearance and perfect demeanor. She had held herself with absolute
confidence at the party. An unsettling feeling coiled in my stomach as I
thought about my jealousy. I had just entered this high-society world and here
his ex-wife looked like she owned it.
It didn’t surprise me that he had been with
other women in his life. The expert way he made love to me was proof enough of
that. And with his fashion sense, good looks, and irresistibly attractive
"don't mess with me" attitude, it would be crazy for women not to be
attracted to him. It was just the fact that it had to be this woman. She
was too perfect. I thought of our lessons in manners in the restaurant. I’m
sure she didn’t need that. She probably taught him some things.
We got to the limo and, without a word,
Victor opened the door and hopped in, not even waiting for the driver to open
it for him. I followed close behind. He reached over me to pull the door shut
as soon as I sat down.
After a few moments, he realized the driver
was not in the front seat. He lunged over to the other side of the limo and and
threw the door open to peek his head out. “What’s the problem?” he barked. The
anger in his voice startled me; I froze in my seat as though he would turn
towards me and breathe fire. His stormy blue eyes were blazing as his jaw
ground tightly.
The limo driver’s eyes peered up over the
opened car door. “I am sorry, monsieur ,” he
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