Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.
When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.
“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
“And you need to zip your pants.”
Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”
“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”
“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
Ashton stepped in front of me.
“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.
“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”
“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”
Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand.
“Well...” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.”
A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.
“Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!”
“Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled. “Fucking shit!” he yelled.
He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.
Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.