The Passion Series by Emily Jane Trent Read Free Book Online

were stuffed inside haphazardly with corners sticking out. Interest drew her to the photos. Ryan was a top male star right now. This should be interesting.
    A news article was clipped to one of the color photos. The woman with Ryan in the photo was utterly gorgeous. Spain or Latin America came to mind. She had long, dark hair and deep brown eyes with long, sexy lashes. Immediately, Heather recognized the famous female movie star. The photo may have been at the Academy Awards, from the look of the dress. “Christina Levain — Wears Oscar de la Renta on the red carpet,” the caption read. It was a floor-length, satin, flesh-colored strapless gown with huge ruffles at the bottom. It clung suggestively to Christina Levain’s flawless curves.
    The words in the article penetrated Heather’s conscious mind, making her feel suddenly dizzy. “Ryan Spencer Blake to wed Christina Levain.” The idea ripped her heart out with such sudden, devastating emotion. In less than a second, the thought that it couldn’t be true was eclipsed by the fact that it was in the newspaper, so had to be true.
    The photo with the article slipped from her hand. She stared at it, crushed with the realization that Ryan belonged to another woman. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her hands trying to brush them away. Desperately, she sought escape.
    Ryan had put on some music. He’d soon start to wonder where she was. Panic gripped her. She couldn’t face him, unable to describe her emotions. Angry and heartbroken, she couldn’t think right now. Grabbing her clothes, she awkwardly slipped her feet into her pumps and raced to the hall and out the front door without looking back.
    Luckily, her driver was still waiting. She didn’t bother to explain her attire, just opened the door and fell into the back seat, sobbing. “Take me home, right now please,” she choked out between sobs. She experienced momentary relief as soon as the Mercedes began to roll away, down the long driveway.
    “Stupid” didn’t begin to describe how she felt. Ryan Spencer Blake was a famous, desirable bachelor. Of course he would marry Christina Levain. She marveled at how she had missed that across all the tabloids. Painting had absorbed her in recent months. It was a wonder she knew anything going on in the world.
    All she could do was cry. There was no way she could compete with a beauty like Christina, someone who would fit in with Ryan’s life. The hurt was magnified because he’d seduced her, knowing he was already engaged. It was so unfeeling, uncaring.
    The passion they’d shared together was the knife that drove the heartache deep within her. It seemed so good, so right. But it was a lie.

2 – Frustration
    Ryan wondered what was taking Heather so long. He’d given her time to freshen up. True, he had ravaged her. A pride swelled in his chest, recalling the pleasure he’d given her not long before. And Ryan’s own pleasure and release, long awaited, had been completely satisfying—although he noticed that he was already hard again. Just thinking of Heather, her passion, hardened his cock.
    Seeking out his new love, he went to his upstairs bedroom. The closet door was open but the room was cold and quiet. “Heather?” he called out to her. Then something on the rug caught his eye and his heart skipped a beat.
    No, it couldn’t be. He lifted the photo and article from the floor, standing in stunned silence. Frustration engulfed him.
    “Heather!” He shouted her name over and over, racing from room to room. Then he knew. Of course she’d left. He walked slowly to the front door, dreading what he knew he’d find. Looking out, he saw that the limo was gone and Heather was gone with it.
    Damn it!
    Ah, the pain that ripped through his heart. He couldn’t lose her, not Heather. He may be out of chances. It seemed that the harder he tried, the more he blew it—and now this.
    If only Heather would listen, but he wasn’t sure that she would. The timing made this