Rocked by the Billionaire: A Billionaire's Club Story Read Online Free Page A

as he turned the ignition on rather than off. He’d be buying this rental if he didn’t watch out, but with his brain so full of Kayleigh, there wasn’t room for anything else.
    Like one of those zombie parasites that took control of its host’s brain, lust dug its way into his, taking over his motor functions, and he had no choice but to obey. He killed the engine and hopped out of the Escalade, strolling up the front porch steps with a swagger that contradicted his pounding heart. He kicked the door closed behind him and froze just inside the tiny foyer. Christ, the place hadn’t changed much since he was a kid. Talk about surreal. It made him feel even more like he was crossing some sort of line. Pushing the boundaries of what was decent. And it sent a thrill chasing through his bloodstream.
    Kayleigh was curled up on the couch, a fluffy blanket tucked around her legs and hiding all of that glorious bare skin from his view. Luke’s mouth went dry and his tongue might as well have been coated with a layer of fur. He couldn’t have talked if he’d wanted to, which was probably a good thing because the only thoughts in his head were of how beautiful she looked, and how badly he wanted to fuck her.
    There was
definitely
a song there …
    “I broke up with my boyfriend tonight.” Kayleigh gave a rueful laugh that was tinged with sorrow. Her eyes came up to meet his and for the first time, Luke noticed that they were red and puffy as though she’d been crying. “Who in the hell does that? I mean, seriously? Who in their right mind breaks up with a perfectly good guy because her ex blows into town?”
    Luke’s heart soared at her words despite the grief that lined her face. He’d never intended to hurt her by approaching her at the bistro, but damn it, he couldn’t deny that her loss was his gain. “I’m sorry, honey.” That was the truth. He was sorry she hurt. Wished he could take that pain from her. “But if it was so easy to cut him loose, then maybe he wasn’t the guy for you.”
    Her bark of laughter ended on a sob. “No, I guess he wasn’t. Apparently I’m a glutton for punishment. I only want men who don’t want me back.”
    The words sliced through him like a razor blade, cutting deep into his flesh. Luke stayed rooted to his spot on the carpet, incapable of taking a single step. God, just standing near her cleared the clutter from his mind. For months he’d suffered artistically. Emotionally. Gone through the motions like a fucking zombie. Regurgitated lyrics that no longer meant a damn thing to him. He’d been hollow. But in Kayleigh’s presence, he felt full to bursting.
    Kayleigh sniffed and wiped at her eyes. “What are you doing here, Luke?
Why
did you come back?”
    “The truth?” Was that even an option? If she knew how badly he’d fucked himself over would she kick him out the door before he even got the chance to explain himself?
    “I think I deserve it, don’t you?”
    She deserved so much more than the truth. So much more than him. But Luke was a selfish bastard and he’d decided a long time ago that life wasn’t worth livin’ if he wasn’t willing to go balls out for everything he wanted. Right now, he wanted her. A slow smile crept onto his face and he hiked a casual shoulder. “What would you say if I told you that I came home because of you?”
    A slow shuddering sigh released from between her parted lips. “You really are a son of a bitch, Luke.”
    Probably. She wasn’t the first woman to tell him that at any rate. Luke put one foot in front of the other as he stalked toward her perch on the living room couch. The deep chocolate brown of her eyes glistened with unshed tears and her cheeks flushed crimson. Sorrow and rage, soft rain and a raging fire. Kayleigh had always been a walking contradiction. His muse. The basis for every raw emotion he’d ever put to paper. She took his breath away.
    “I drive a Prius and I teach kindergarten. Most nights I crawl into bed