Collide #2: Collide - Billionaire Romance Series, #2

By Ella Adams

Part 2 of COLLIDE, a sizzling erotic romance series. It is not a standalone story and contains a cliffhanger. 

Olivia discovers more about the mysterious Troy on a trip to his mansion in upstate New York, but the unexpected arrival of his extended family sends their relationship into disarray.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Little Blue Books
• Release date: Dec 17, 2014
• ISBN: 9781507076231

Ella Adams

Erotic romance author Ella Adams loves to write steamy serial stories about sexy dominant take-charge men who send pulses racing.  Her books include: INDULGE - a steamy romance serial about a woman who gets to indulge her heart's desires by sharing TWO bad boy billionaires. COLLIDE SERIES - a scorching romance serial featuring an irresistible billionaire that begins with a spilled cup of coffee on the streets of New York. RIVALS SERIES - a sizzling Italian billionaire love triangle featuring not one, but two smouldering billionaires.  RESIST SERIES - a sexy romance about a woman who finds she cannot resist the charms of a man she really shouldn't be involved with. 

Book preview

1

Istood on the street in shock in front of the Plaza hotel.

My heart plummeted to my stomach. I started to feel a cold sweat cover my entire body. Feeling disbelief for what I had just seen was the only way of controlling my response reaction.

What were Troy and Amber doing together? It couldn’t be what I thought, though there was no other explanation. They must be lovers.

I needed to get away. I needed to stop myself from running across the street and confronting him. I hailed a cab and got in. For a few blocks I sat in the back seat with the sadness welling up inside of me.

I fought back tears. How could he do this to me? Not only was he with another woman, but it was my co-worker. The one that made me feel the most insecure about myself. She was the exact opposite of what I was. She was the type of girl that could bring Troy to his knees. Maybe even lasso him into a relationship. I was sick to my stomach. It was too much. I was raging on irrational and that’s when I told the cab driver, Turn around. Take me to The Plaza.

The cab turned back around and drove up Madison. I had no idea what I was going to do or say. I couldn’t think. I only saw red. I was shaking with sadness and anger too. The cab pulled up outside and I threw a few bills at the driver not bothering to wait for change. I jumped out and made my way inside the hotel. My sight was blurry because of my watery eyes, but it didn’t matter because I didn’t bother to look up from my feet. I didn’t care about anything but my broken heart.

I stomped my way down the hall and into the residential section. When I got to Troy’s door I stood in silence. I heard nothing but I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I formed a fist with my hand and pounded on the door. The door opened, on the other side was Amber.

Olivia? she said with a confused look on her face. Of course she was confused. She had no idea I had been involved with Troy. We did a very good job at hiding our secret sexual escapades that no one knew. It made me feel cheap for the first time.

Where is he? I said with my lips set in a hard line and tears flowing down my face. Amber was in complete confusion. She opened the door wide. Troy walked into view from the direction of his bedroom. He was in his boxer shorts and had a look of surprise on his face.

Olivia? What are you doing here? he said coming to the door.

I narrowed my eyes. I looked at him and then at Amber. At this point I think she got the message. I wanted to call him all sorts of names, but nothing came out. Instead I turned and ran down the hallway. Then the most embarrassing thing happened, I tripped and fell.

Olivia, Troy called after me.

What is going on here? Amber asked.

I was embarrassed but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of there. I was in full humiliation and heartbreak, but the rage blinded me to all of it. I just wanted to leave and never look back. I wanted to change everything about my life. I would go home, change jobs, and never see Troy again. I would get lost in the anonymity of New York City. I sat up and prepared to stand.

Troy was already kneeling at my side. Are you all right?

Leave me alone, I said between moments of crying.

I tried to get up to my feet, but a pain shot up from my ankle up through my leg. I let out a whimper of pain and grabbed my ankle. This was the worst thing that could happen. Now I couldn’t flee like I wanted to. I was stuck here.

Is it your ankle? Troy asked.

I wouldn’t answer him. I was not going to address him. He was dead to me. I tried to get up again, and then again suffered the same pain and yelled out in agony. I crumpled to the floor and cried. I was defeated, humiliated, and helpless.

You’re hurt, Troy said as he put his hand on my ankle. His touch seared through my skin. Even in this pain, it felt good to have his hands on me. I hated myself for that. He reached down and scooped me up in his strong arms. His rescue mode made me feel like melting. The warmth of his bare chest was enough to make me forget that he had another woman in his suit. I could smell him and almost taste him. It only made the pain more severe. I wanted to say, Don’t touch me. Leave me alone, but I couldn’t. I could scarcely breathe.

Troy brought me into the seating area and laid me on the couch. I buried my head in the side of it. I didn’t want to look at either of them.

Should I get some ice? I heard Amber say.

No, maybe you should just go. Troy said.

Fine. She slammed the door on her way out and this made me feel a little satisfied. Though I couldn’t ignore the fact that she was there at all.

2

Ilooked up at him and he had that angry hard set to his jaw again.

He looked at my ankle and back at my face. He put his hand on my foot. I breathed in at his touch. I didn’t know what was happening here. Then he slowly took off my heels. I was shocked at his gentleness with me.

I’ll get some ice. He left and went into the kitchen.

I was confused, but the pain forced me to do nothing but lay there. He returned and knelt down beside my feet. He looked perplexed though I couldn’t figure out why. He was hesitant to touch my ankle again. He moved it slowly and said, Does this hurt?

No.

What about now?

No. I said noticing that he was speaking softly. It was making me aroused. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind.