Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
When Georgia receives the opportunity of a lifetime—an internship alongside her boyfriend for the summer—she never expects to be swept into an illicit affair with the one person she should avoid: his father.
In a whirlwind of family secrets, undeniable chemistry, and steamy passion, Georgia finds herself caught between a love that defies logic and the dangerous consequences of betrayal in this age-gap, forbidden romance that pushes every boundary.
Is their connection enough to withstand the explosion when the truth comes out, or will they burn in the embers?
This novel may contain triggers. Don’t say you weren’t warned
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To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
— Federico García Lorca
Introduction
What have I gotten myself into?
This summer was meant to be simple—an internship at my boyfriend’s father’s company and maybe, just maybe, a chance for us to fix what was broken. But the moment I step inside this house, everything tilts. It’s like I’ve slipped into a warped version of my life, watching a girl who looks like me and sounds like me but whose thoughts don’t feel like mine at all. My body hums, drawing me toward a line I can’t cross. The tightness in my chest is suffocating, but I can’t seem to stop.
I ache to touch myself. Ache for him to touch me. My curiosity overshadows any sense of right and wrong. I want to break the rules. Push the boundaries. Ignite a desire that scorches both my mind and body. And he’s the match that could set it ablaze.
Jackson Blake.
My boyfriend’s father.
He’s an enigma—an unexplainable force. Sometimes, I wonder if he’s real or a creation of my restless imagination. He’s forbidden. Off-limits. Yet my body betrays me, throbbing with desire, making me crave something I can’t have. It won’t be long before my willpower shatters, lines I swore I’d never cross blur, and I end up in his bed.
Only time will tell.
Chapter one
Georgia
Isit across the kitchen island from Noah in his father’s luxurious home, watching him throw back a beer.
“Are we going to talk about this?”
He opens another bottle before answering me. “What do you want to talk about? You said you don’t want to be with me.”
“I said I think we need a break.”
“Same fucking thing.” He slams the beer down on the granite counter, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Shoving back, the legs of the barstool screech against the marble floor. He stands, gripping the back of his neck. I knew this would be a mistake. I shouldn’t have come home with him.
When Noah’s father offered him a paid internship at his company, extending the same offer to me, it seemed like a no-brainer. I was free for the summer and in need of extra cash. I thought maybe we could work things out, convinced myself it could be worth it…
I should have known better.
There is no fixing us.
Noah and I met during our first year of college. Athletic, intelligent, funny, too-hot-for-his-own-good, we hit it off right away—a.k.a. slept together within five hours. Classic college move, right? I can’t say it was the most spontaneous thing I’d ever done, but with enough booze, well… shit happens. Thankfully, what could have turned into a regrettable walk of shame ultimately led to a full-fledged relationship.
Our entire first year together, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. It was hot. Crazy. Nothing I’d ever experienced.
But outside of sex, Noah and I couldn’t have been more different. Our similarities, rooted in damaged family lives, shared secrets, and a void we desperately tried to fill, should’ve connected us. Instead, they became the things that drove us apart.
Now, I’m stuck in an unfamiliar town, about to start a job for a man I don’t know, with someone I’ve just broken up with.
Great.
Good work, Georgia.
I meant every word when I said we needed time apart. Sex was never going to fix what’s broken between us. He’s controlling, manipulative, and when things don’t go his way, he turns ugly. We fought the entire drive from Iowa back to Chicago, his words harsh and cruel, each insult landing harder than any physical blow. By the time we made it home, I knew I’d finally reached my breaking point.
Noah hadn’t always been like this. In the beginning, he was attentive, funny, sweet, incredible in bed, easy to love. But as time passed and he grew more comfortable, his mask began to slip, revealing a man with more demons than I could handle, fueled by a pain he stubbornly refused to acknowledge. Perhaps it was the burden of abandonment and longing to be loved the way he needed to be. We shared a similar ache, both having lost a parent at a young age. Maybe that’s why we clung to each other so fiercely—two broken souls desperately trying to fill an empty void.
“Fuck this. I’m going to bed. You can come with me or sleep wherever you want. There’re a million rooms in the house.”
“Noah, are you serious?” I ask in disbelief. Instead of replying, he grabs another beer from the fridge and leaves me alone at the kitchen island. Part of me feels like I should follow him, but there’s nothing left to say, and finding a spare room to be alone with my thoughts is easier. I watch his back as he vanishes down the hallway and up the stairs. I’m not ready to lie next to him and allow him to convince me I’m wrong. I know this is the right decision. I love him, but I’m not the one who can fix him.