Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

Without Warning

Book 5 Playboys of New York

JA Low

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Contents

1. Rhys

2. Rhys

3. Rhys

4. Ariana

5. Rhys

6. Ariana

7. Rhys

8. Ariana

9. Rhys

10. Ariana

11. Rhys

12. Ariana

13. Ariana

14. Rhys

15. Ariana

16. Rhys

17. Ariana

18. Rhys

19. Ariana

20. Ariana

21. Rhys

22. Ariana

23. Rhys

24. Ariana

25. Rhys

26. Rhys

27. Ariana

28. Rhys

29. Rhys

30. Ariana

31. Rhys

32. Rhys

33. Ariana

34. Ariana

35. Rhys

36. Rhys

37. Rhys

38. Ariana

39. Rhys

40. Rhys

41. Ariana

42. Ariana

Acknowledgments

About the Author

About the Author

Interconnecting Series

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1

Rhys

“Baby, can’t you come up this weekend,” Madison pleads down the phone.

“No, sweetheart, I can’t. I have to finish this deal,” I reply while rubbing my forehead with my fingers. Madison wants me to join her in The Hamptons to party the weekend away like she does most weekends, or should I say most days since we got married a year ago.

“You’re working too hard. You need to let off some steam,” she purrs at me.

I’m working my ass off to pay for her worldwide luxury trips and the all-day shopping to designer boutiques. I bite my tongue because it will only cause a fight if I ruffle her feathers. I’m not in the mood to argue with Madison at the moment, not when I am so close to securing a gorgeous piece of beachfront property in The Bahamas for my newest hotel.

“I know, sweetheart,” I answer, grinding my teeth as the words fall from my lips. “I’m so close. It’s taking a little longer than I anticipated. But I promise I will make it worth your while when it’s done.” Diamonds. They always make Madison happy, mostly when I’m too busy to drop everything to be with her.

“Oh, baby. You always make it up to me,” she coos. “I’m the luckiest woman in the world to have a husband as generous as you.”

My family thinks I’m the stupidest man in the world for how generous I am to my wife or ‘the gold digger’ as they refer to her. It’s caused much friction between us all. I know they want me to be happy, and I am, I mean, I think I am. No, I am, I reassure myself. The first year of marriage is always an adjustment period, isn’t it? Especially considering Madison has gone from being my assistant to my wife.

“I think Dominic is going to be up there,” I tell her as if that’s going to smooth things over. Why did I even mention it?

“Of course, he is,” she grumbles. I can almost see her rolling her eyes at the mere mention of my best friend’s name. They don’t get on at all—a major personality clash.

“He’s always up to party.” It surprises me that Madison and Dominic don’t get on. The two of them love to party, both of them eerily similar in their demeanors.

“I’m sure I’ll run into him.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Especially this time of year.”

The Hampton’s summer social season is in full swing right now.

“I’ll be up there as soon as I can, I promise,” I tell her.

“Okay, baby.” Madison seems appeased for the moment. “I’ll see you when I see you. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” I place the phone back down on my desk and rub the stress from my brow to wait for however long it takes to secure this deal.

Moments later, everything changes.

I’m buzzing. I’ve landed the deal of the year. Finally, the planning permission to build on one of the most gorgeous stretches of beaches in The Bahamas has come through, so I can finally sign off on purchasing the block of land. The sale was contingent on planning approval, and now I’ve got it in my hand. I can finally relax a little, and Monday morning, I will sit down with my team and start project schedules on the newest addition to the Davenport Group.

I’m in the mood to celebrate.

So now, I will make my way to The Hamptons to surprise Madison.

We can spend the weekend together just like she asked of me. If I’m honest, I could use a few beers and some fantastic sex to relax me after negotiating this problematic venture.

Quickly packing up the office, I head out to the car and home to pack. Not long later, I rev the car and drive off. Thankfully, the roads are not as busy at this time of night as they would have been late afternoon—no traffic jams to delay my journey—so I’ve made good time.

Eventually, I pull up at my Southampton beachfront home. I can see Madison’s silver G-Class Mercedes SUV parked out the front and Dominic’s canary yellow F8 Ferrari Spider. Dom must have popped by, thinking I would be here as I park beside their cars. I