Wyatt, page 1
Wyatt
These sparks cannot be ignored…
A sexy unlikely bride romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
Hard-bitten, cynical, and tough as nails: Wyatt Finn Lewellyn has been through a lot in his life…
The son of a multi-billionaire who had increased the family's wealth through questionable means, he is now a cop and he wants nothing to do with high society!
Beautiful, polished, and cultured, Audra Talbot belongs to that society and is expected to marry well.
But when she meets Wyatt at a charitable function, she is immediately put off by his rudeness!
Wyatt told himself that he could never be attracted to a woman like her…
But the sparks that fly between them cannot be ignored, no matter how hard they tried!
And very soon their passion turns into an unlikely marriage rife with drama!
Is it true that opposites attract, and Audra and Wyatt can make things work?
Or is their whirlwind romance doomed from the start?
Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by Katie Dowe of BWWM Club.
Suitable for over 18s only due to smoking hot sex scenes!
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
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Chapter 1
Wyatt splashed cold water on his face and dabbed it with the towel on the rack. Tossing it into a corner of the room, he studied his face in the mirror. He needed a shave and a haircut, he thought absently.
He frowned as he studied the almost invisible scar on his left cheek. It had been a souvenir from a knife fight with a thug – the man had learned the hard way not to mess with him.
Dragging his fingers through his coffee-brown hair, he squinted jade-green eyes and scrubbed his hands over his face wearily. He’d been back a week and was still trying to acclimate to being back to normal.
The undercover gig had taken longer than anticipated. He’d gone under, thinking it would take two months tops, but that had stretched to six. At least the case had been wrapped up, and the bastards put away.
Now he was back to being a regular detective and had yet to learn how that would work. At least being under, he’d not been in touch with his so-called family. Now that he was back, he couldn’t avoid them.
His sisters weren’t too much of a pain in the ass, but his old man was the one he couldn’t stomach. Shaking away the unsavory memories, he scrubbed his hands over his face and reminded himself that he needed a shave. That would have to wait.
He was supposed to go in and meet his new partner and sit down with his Commander. The first he wasn’t looking forward to; he preferred working solo. The second had his gut tightening. The man had assigned himself a surrogate father, and Wyatt couldn’t shake him.
Sighing impatiently, he turned away from the mirror and entered the bedroom to get dressed. He’d need someone to come in and clean the place from top to bottom. Get some groceries from the market too. His apartment was a place to crash, he wouldn’t call it home, but at least he kept it clean.
Dragging the thin blue sweater over his head, he strapped on his shoulder harness and donned his dark brown jacket. November had kicked in with its usual lousy weather, and it’d rained last night, cooling everything noticeably.
Checking his shield and wallet, he grabbed his keys and went downstairs. He didn’t have time to make coffee, and the swill at the precinct made his belly quiver, but it had to do. He was running late.
*****
The familiar sounds of raucous laughter, ribald conversations, and shouted commands were like music to his ears. It felt as if he’d never left. A shouted ‘Welcome back!’ had him smiling one of his rare smiles.
Lifting a hand in greeting, he didn’t slow down until he was at his desk, where a large glowing pink and white sign had the ‘Welcome Back’ words scrawled in neon green. Shaking his head, he rolled the satin ribbon and dumped it into the desk drawer.
He was reviewing some files to familiarize himself when a shadow fell over his desk.
"Detective Llewellyn?"
"Yea." He looked up to see a burly, bald, black man standing in front of him.
"Detective Neil Carson. I’m your new partner.” The man held out a hand as broad as a slab of meat, with fingers just as thick.
"I was on my way to see the Commander." Wyatt took the proffered hand and felt the firm grip and calluses. "You were my next stop."
"I just came in and decided to get the introductions over and done with. I know your work, and I’m an admirer."
"Sucking up isn’t a very good idea," Wyatt told him wryly.
The man grinned. "Just stating facts. I won't keep you. I understand you’re just getting back from an assignment and need to do some catching up. We’ll meet up later."
Wyatt nodded and watched the man amble away. He seemed okay and solid. Hopefully, he wasn’t big on conversation. He wouldn’t tolerate that.
Sighing, he put away the files and made his way toward the bank of elevators. He needed a coffee but hoped to get a cup from the Commander, who had the real deal.
The smiling assistant ushered him into the inner sanctum, and he was told to come in after a brief knock. Commander Elliot Johnson was a solid-looking man with a craggy face and graying blonde hair. He’d been the captain of the Eleventh precinct since Wyatt had left the academy to take up his place here a decade ago.
"Wyatt, good to see you back in one piece. I poured you a cup." He gestured to the steaming cup of coffee on his desk. Rising, he held out a hand, a smile wreathing his face. Wyatt shook his hand and reached for the cup.
"You read my mind."
"I had the feeling that you hadn’t had time to settle in yet." The man waved him into a chair. "I’m not going to dredge up anything by asking you about the op, but just to say damn good work."
Wyatt nodded, smelling the coffee before taking a healthy slug. "Thanks. It was a team effort."
"You met your new partner?"
He nodded again. "Does he know about me?"
The commander gave the younger man a measured look and felt the familiar twisting of his heart as he stared at him. Wyatt Lewellyn was the son of a multi-billionaire, and his father had tried to persuade his son to take his rightful place in the company without success.
When he realized that nothing he did was making him budge, he turned his attention to investing heavily in the precinct. Thanks to Wyatt, they’d had a major facelift, and their electronics department was one of the best and most sophisticated in the country.
“He’s been informed."
"I see. Has the old man been around?"
The Commander nodded.
"With his usual requests?"
The Commander shook his head, smiling wryly. "He donated a new state-of-the-art coffee machine in the lunch room."
"He’s still trying." There was a grim look on Wyatt's face.
"I take it you haven’t been to see him?"
"I was planning on swinging by the office when I go off shift."
"He’ll be relieved to see you back in one piece."
"Did he try and get you to tell him where I was holed up?"
"He tried, yeah."
"More like threatened."
"Something like that. I’m not easily intimidated."
"That's something." Wyatt sipped some more coffee. When he’d decided to be a cop, there had been threats and dire warnings about being cut off penniless, but Wyatt had braved his father's wrath and took his own path.
His father had tried for years, using all sorts of methods to get him to change his mind, but that had only strengthened Wyatt’s resolve and made him dig his heels in even more.
At first, his colleagues had been wary of him, no doubt wondering what the son of a multi-billionaire was doing slumming at a police station. Over time, he’d proven himself and was now accepted. He didn’t flaunt his wealth because it meant nothing to him anyway. He lived in a crummy apartment and paid his lease every month.
He was the sole heir to an immense fortune, which meant he attended board meetings once a month and weighed in on decisions. He didn’t spend money on himself. He wore off-the-rack clothing except when he was required to attend some function or other.
He was a member of the Elite Club and enjoyed the benefits. Whenever he wanted to get away, he’d take a trip and enjoy the facilities. Soon enough, he was back to the real world of solving crimes. He’d found his niche and was sticking to it.
"Is that all?"
"For now. Good to have you back. Is there anything you need to do before going back on the street?"
Wyatt’s thick brows winged up. "I do believe you’re asking if I need to detox. It was more guns than drugs, Commander, and I never touched the poison. I managed to slide my way out of it."
"Noted." A smile played around the Commander’s lips. "Go do your thing."
With a nod, Wyatt put the coffee cup on the table in front of him and rose. A tall, trim man with broad shoulders and a determined chin with a deep cleft in the middle.
The commander watched him stride towards the door and pull it open, stepping out and closing it with a snap behind him. He liked Wyatt Lewellyn more than liked; he admired him.
He thought of him as a son and, being childless, had taken on the role of a father or tried to. It’s hard to get close to a man like Wyatt. He was from money but had turned his back on the immense wealth and opportunities that came with it.
He was highly educated, which he’d taken advantage of and had been to the best university. He was well-spoken, and Elliot had seen him in the sort of society his father belonged to and noticed how well he fitted in.
Reaching for his coffee, he took a sip and prayed that he made it home safe and sound.
*****
Audra sent a gracious smile to the maître D hovering at the table and spoke quietly in French as she placed her order. The upscale restaurant was the location for the annual meeting she was chairing. The other women were running a tad late, and usually, she didn’t allow tardiness, but they’d expressed their sincere apologies.
"Pierre, thank you for your patience." She told the thin, dark-haired man as he poured the wine.
"It’s my pleasure, Mademoiselle Audra." He beamed an admiring smile at her, completely enchanted by the beautiful woman with the caramel complexion, neat and elegant chignon that exposed her graceful neck, and chocolate brown eyes.
"I’ll bring the other guests as soon as they arrive." With that, he bowed and let her enjoy the privacy of the room she invariably commandeered whenever she used the place. It was elegant and gave them the requisite amount of privacy.
She could’ve had the meeting at home but decided this was more convenient. She also had to get out of the manor.
Taking a sip of the excellent wine, she savored it, first on her tongue, before letting it slide down her throat. Costa Regal, a brooding, ruby red that settles on the palate like silk. She must remember to purchase a bottle for supper on Sunday. That would go very well with the roast duck the chef was making.
Muted conversations drifted in as soon as the doors were thrown open, and five women, dressed elegantly in pastels, made their way in.
"We apologize again," Lillian murmured as she air-kissed Audra.
"You know how it is." Leesa Wellington said, hugging her tightly.
"Should I be offended that you didn’t choose one of my restaurants?" Kelly Takahashi demanded as she gave Audra a quick hug.
"Not at all. My first choice would have been one of yours or Kane's, but this was central." Audra's brown eyes laughed in mischief. "Besides, Pierre is a personal friend."
"Forgiven."
"Monique, darling, you look so well." Audra turned to the powerhouse of the Romano brand and gave her an admiring look. "That vacation in Italy has done wonders."
"Now we’re back to the humdrum of work." Monique flashed her brilliant smile as she sat down.
"She’s been making noise about moving to Italy." Stacy Stone murmured as she took her seat.
"No! You wouldn’t dare."
"It's just noise. Nothing to it. What are we having? I’m starving."
"I was thinking of the Pan Bagnat," Audra told them.
"Wonderful choice," Leesa murmured as she sipped her wine and looked around the room. The decor was elegant, if slightly overstated, but the chairs were comfortable. "Shall we eat first and then get down to business?"
"Oh definitely, eat first," Kelly said with a laugh.
*****
Audra handed the maid her jacket as soon as she entered the foyer. “Is Daddy home?”
“In his office.”
“Thank you.” She took time to appreciate the warmth and coziness of the narrow hallway and the silken wallpaper as she made her way to the large den with the scarred desk.
The man sat behind it with his head bent over a file, brought a smile to her lips. Eric Talbot was a very attractive man in his early sixties and had lost his loving wife a few years ago, a tragic turn of events that had left him shattered.
He'd buried himself in work and his only child, seeking a smidgeon of solace. He looked up suddenly, a broad smile crossing his face. “You’re here!”
“Yes, Daddy.” Walking into the room, she wandered over to kiss him on the cheek, taking a peek at the file he was poring over. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy. This is what assistants are for.”
“You caught me. How was lunch?”
“Wonderful.” She went to curl up on the sofa across from his desk. “We’ve finally wrapped things up. This year, the police charity ball promises to be exceptional.”
“It usually is with you in charge.” He gave her a fond smile, a hint of pride on his face.
She sighed and reached behind her head to get rid of the pins that held her bun together. She dragged her fingers through the silky strands and felt the brush of it on her shoulders.
