Secret Lovers

SECRET LOVERS THE TAYLORED MEN SERIES- BOOK THREE J R GALE J R GALE PUBLISHING LLC Copyright © 2022 by J R Gale All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Any references of real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to person, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental. This book is intended for the purchaser of this book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the Author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders. Editing: Britt- Paperback Proofreader Proofing: Brooke- Brooke’s Editing Services Cover: Sarah Paige- The Book Cover Boutique Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar “To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything." — T. Tolis CONTENTS Author’s Note SECRET LOVERS 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 Epilogue Also by J R Gale Afterword Acknowledgments About the Author London Lovers Excerpt AUTHOR’S NOTE Please click here to find the content warnings for Secret Lovers. SECRET LOVERS PROLOGUE Las Vegas Annabelle Drunk. It’s the only word to describe us right now. Disorderly, even. But who cares when we’re having the time of our lives. “Bloody hell, Jack!” I squeal as my best friend’s brother tumbles on top of me, both of us rolling around the filthy ground of the Las Vegas strip. “What are you doing?” I laugh, letting an unattractive snort slip through my nose. I have no control over myself in my drunken state. “That was the worst wedding of all time.” He groans, throwing his head back. He’s not wrong. It was bloody awful. Hence the drunkenness. “Why the hell did you drag me to that?” I ask, unsure why he would have wanted to be there. It was clear the bride and groom hated each other from the second they locked eyes at the altar. You could feel the disdain from across the room. “And why the hell did they get married in Las Vegas when they’re both from New York?” He rolls his eyes. “Who knows? If we ever get married, it will be so much fucking fun.” I brush off his marriage comment. I know he’s only kidding around, yet his words still make my insides twist with excitement. “Come on, B.” He jumps up, trying to pull me with him, and we instantly fall back over. Unable to contain myself, I burst out laughing. What must we look like? “Oh, hell!” I say, crossing my legs. “I’ve peed myself! Now you’ve done it, Jackson Peters.” “Uh oh, she’s using my full name. I must be in trouble.” He rolls back on top of me, still snickering to himself, as he takes his tie and runs it along my face, pretending to be an elephant. Fuck’s sake, we need some water and a bed. With no luck, I swat him away and try to push him off me. He’s dead weight. “By the way, where are your mates?” His eyes widen. “Fucking shit, I forgot about them.” He goes to grab his phone, then groans dramatically with something that sounds like “oh no,” before falling to his side. “You lost your phone, didn’t you?” He doesn’t answer, confirming my guess. I’m not even going to try to help him look. I know it’s not here because he doesn’t have his tuxedo jacket on, where his phone was placed inside the pocket. I close my eyes for a second. It feels like heaven on earth, I could stay like this all night. “Jack,” I call. “Jack,” I call again when he doesn’t answer. “Mmm?” I look over. He must have given up looking for his phone and is lying there with his eyes closed too. We really need to get off this disgusting floor. “Go look for your mates. Nate and Seb seemed like they were looking for a good time tonight. You don’t have to babysit me. I’ve had too much tequila and should go to sleep anyway.” “No, and no,” he shouts, my statement suddenly waking him up. He jumps up with a new burst of energy and grabs my hand, succeeding this time in pulling me off the ground. “What do you mean, no, and no?” “I don’t care about going out with anyone but you, sweetheart. I’m staying with my best girl.” He pulls me into his body, and my stomach drops. What is he going to do? My eyes are wide as I whisper, “Jack.” His infamous cheeky smile slowly creeps across his face, causing his dimples that I hate—that I love—with a passion to pop. He leans in and kisses my lips. Shit, he feels amazing, except he pulls back all too soon. “Ready to do something crazy, B?” “Umm… no, not really,” I answer, my voice getting louder as he starts dragging me down the Las Vegas strip. “Well, too bad. Tonight’s going to be a night to remember.” “Ah!” I cover my ears when the alarm goes off at six in the morning. Our groans of protest are loud enough to wake the neighbors, and on instinct, my arm shoots out and quickly shuts it off. At least I remembered to set one after the night we had. My eyelids feel as if they weigh one million pounds, I can barely open them,