Maid without Honor

MAID WITHOUT HONORAN AGE GAP, BEST FRIEND’S DAD, BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE SOFIA T SUMMERS CONTENTS Other Books by Sofia T SummersSam and Jude: The PlaylistDescriptionChapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8Chapter 9Chapter 10Chapter 11Chapter 12Chapter 13Chapter 14Chapter 15Chapter 16Chapter 17Chapter 18Chapter 19Chapter 20Chapter 21Chapter 22Chapter 23Chapter 24Chapter 25Chapter 26Chapter 27Chapter 28Chapter 29Chapter 30Chapter 31Chapter 32Chapter 33Chapter 34Chapter 35Chapter 36Chapter 37Chapter 38Chapter 39Chapter 40Chapter 41Chapter 42Chapter 43Chapter 44Epilogue:Extended EpilogueChristmas in the Cabin (Preview)Read the ENTIRE Forbidden Temptations Series HEREConnect with Sofie Copyright © 2023 by Sofia T Summers All rights reserved. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers. 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OTHER BOOKS BY SOFIA T SUMMERS Forbidden Temptations Series (Age Gap Romances - this series) Daddy’s Best Friend My Best Friend’s Daddy Daddy’s Business Partner Doctor Daddy Secret Baby with Daddy’s Best Friend Knocked Up by Daddy’s Best Friend Pretend Wife to Daddy’s Best Friend SEAL Daddy Fake Married to My Best Friend’s Daddy Accidental Daddy The Grump’s Girl Friday The Vegas Accident My Beastly Boss My Millionaire Marine The Wedding Dare The Summer Getaway The Love Edit The Husband Lottery Christmas in the Cabin A Very Naughty Christmas Forbidden Doctors Series Doctors Surprise Twins Written in the Charts Forbidden Fantasies (Reverse Harem Series) My Irish Billionaires Toy for the Teachers Three Grumpy Bosses Feasting on Her Curves SAM AND JUDE: THE PLAYLIST “Crimson + Clover” by Pom Pom Squad “It’s a Shame” by First Aid Kit “Dinner & Diatribes” by Hozier “Sunrise” by Norah Jones “Best Fake Smile” by James Bay “Better Man” by Little Big Town “Gold Rush” by Taylor Swift “Happy & Sad” by Kacey Muscgraves “I’m on Fire” by Soccer Mommy “Ever Since New York” by Harry Styles “Let Me Love You Like a Woman” by Lana Del Rey “Woman” by Mumford & Sons “The Man with the Axe” by Lorde “Father and Daughter” by Paul Simon “Hey Jude” by The Beatles DESCRIPTION It isn’t that hard to be a good maid of honor. Always support your bride-to-be, co-host a gorgeous bridal shower, And never, ever sleep with the father of your bride. In my defense, I didn’t know who he truly was when we met. My best friend’s father was more like a myth or a legend, Yet the silver-haired fox I met after a canceled flight was charming, courteous, And oh-so-clever enough to get me to fall for the weekend. It was never supposed to be ’til death do us part. That’s how I preferred it. No strings. No rings. No heartbreak. Now, I’m faced with the consequences of my actions again and again. There’s the engagement party, the family dinners, the wedding preparations. Southern society weddings are so much work, and the sinful look in his eyes is too tempting. I’m a maid of honor for now, but if people knew the truth, they might realize “maid” and “honor” are two words that will never describe me again. CHAPTER ONE SAM It struck my tired body like an arrow to the chest. After hours of waiting, my brain begged for denial, but the words lighting up the screen absolutely refused. FLIGHT CANCELED After twelve hours of waiting, the airline finally gave up. The snowstorm meant to pass by quickly had parked itself over New York City. The delays were only supposed to last until the runways got cleared, but that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. “I could’ve flown in anywhere,” I muttered to myself. “Why didn’t you fly literally anywhere else?” Grumbling, I dragged my backpack and my body from the seat, heading toward the chain coffee shop. Splurging on the special lounge didn’t offer much comfort through the night. With my carry-on rolling behind me, I knew caffeine wouldn’t solve my problems, but it could keep me standing. “One iced coffee, black,” I told the woman behind the register. “Oh, and a doughnut, please.” “Which one?” I looked up, blinking a few times. Right, there were options. “The chocolate heart-shaped one,” I decided with a cursory glance. Tapping my credit card, I shuffled through the motions of the other worn travelers stuck in the February snow. We moved like objects on a conveyor belt. I picked up my drink and shuffled toward the sugar packets. Taking a bite of the doughnut, I instantly regretted asking for it. How could it taste stale already? “That bad, huh?” a rich, resonant voice asked beside me. My eyes flicked up and to the right. I’d seen him at my gate in the early hours of the morning. Both on our laptops, we stayed up as others disappeared to get more comfortable elsewhere or hit up last call at the bar. He’d caught my attention time and again. I worried that he’d notice at some point. The man was a handsome contradiction. His long woolen coat and steel watch probably cost more than most people’s rent, but the Eagles T-shirt underneath had faded with a thousand wears. Though his hair looked more silver than dark gray, his face seemed so youthful. His clean-cut, classic features had been shadowed by a long night’s facial hair, but it only stood to soften the cheekbones strong enough to cut the icicles forming outside. I thought I might collapse when he flashed a winning grin. I stopped scrunching my nose and smiled back. “It’s going against all laws of logic. I thought it was fresh, but it tastes about a week old.” “I think they’re shipping in all the old stuff from other shops,” he replied. “Cream?” “Um, yeah.” We moved like we had done this all before. He handed me one of the packets to pour into my cup before dumping one into his. The allegedly hot coffee didn’t steam