Filthy Brute by Liza Street EPUB & PDF – Details
- Author: Liza Street
- Language: English
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Everything was in place.
Make-up—fabulous. Hair—gorgeous. Gown—breathtaking.
Literally. The corset top was so tight, Ariana was having trouble gulping
in air.
Small price to pay for looking her absolute best on her wedding day. She
loved the way the corset pushed up her ample breasts, which were her best
feature, according to the groom.
Calvin. The love of her life.
She took a moment to swoon at the thought of him, and imagined how
dashing he’d look in his tux. Six feet tall with a head of chestnut-brown hair
and a pair of gorgeous, dark blue eyes so striking they could make Ariana
forget to breathe. The man had appeared in her life when she was at her most
vulnerable, and with him at her side, she’d grown a spine. She felt loved.
Finally, after wasting nearly a year with a dud, Ariana was someone’s
first choice. Calvin had chosen her, Ariana, over anyone else.
It had been a whirlwind romance, but Calvin was perfect. Four months
was plenty of time to know for certain that she was meant to be with
someone.
It was a heady, buoyant feeling. Was she floating? She felt like she might
be.
“Ariana, are you decent?” a man’s voice said from the other side of the
door.
“Jeffrey, yeah,” she said. “Come on in.”
Calvin’s stepbrother opened the door and walked into the room. He didn’t
look anything like Calvin. Both he and their sister Joan had gotten the curly,
reddish-blond hair, whereas Calvin was tall and dark. Jeffrey ran a hand
through his hair now, messing it up.
“Are you doing all right?” he asked in a low, serious voice.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen Jeffrey crack a smile.
“Yes, I’m great,” she said. “You look good. It’s strange to see you in a
suit instead of flannel.”
He usually wore a flannel button-up and jeans. In fact, she didn’t think
she’d ever seen him in anything else.
“Yeah.” He took a few steps into the room before stopping abruptly,
hands held rigidly at his sides. He was always so somber, so formal. “You
know, if you need anything, I’m here to help.”
Ariana leaned back to study him. “I’m totally fine, Jeffrey. Is something
wrong? Is Calvin—oh, no, is Calvin having second thoughts? You have to
talk to him, tell him that we have been planning this, that we love each other.
Remind him that we’re meant to be.”
“No, no, he’s not having second thoughts,” Jeffrey reassured her.
There was something, though. Some note of caution in his pretty blue
eyes.
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