The McBride Series 1: Bought for Love

By cLasP

The McBride Series can be read as stand alone novels. Bought for Love is the first book of the series about the story of Jace and Clarissa (parents of the McBride siblings).

I'm Jace McBride, son of the billionaire business mogul. I built my own business from my father and earned my own fortune. I'm rich. Everywhere, I have properties and businesses. I can afford everything. I can afford a wife.

I can afford Ella because she's the only woman I wanted, craved. She consumed my whole being, my soul. I'd stop at nothing just to have her. So I married her in secret. It's the only way I can have her. I only want her body to warm my bed yet I didn't expect my heart would get involved.

My life was perfect and at peace. Until Ella had an accident that unleashed an awful and painful truth between us. She woke up without memory. She woke up to the reality that I'm her brother. How will I tell her that her brother was also her husband and we had a son together? How will I tell her we can't be together anymore? How will my heart accept all of these when all it ever want is to take my wife back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: cLasP
• Release date: Jan 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370427956

cLasP

√entrepreneur √networker √businesswoman √leader √achiever √dreamer √novelist √RICH R-esponsible I-mportant C-apable H-umble I'm a businesswoman day in and day out and a writer in between. (Very far of a leap, isn't it?) I love reading books, romance, comedy, fiction and real-life stories. I love my pillow and my bed. Hence, I love sleeping. I love my privacy and enjoy the moment imagining things, plot my personal novels. I love writing poetry but avoid sharing them to others because it'll be too much of an open book of my life. I love to study people from the distance (not a lurker nor a creeper), just enjoying their interaction is all. I love to travel. I love my family and friends. I don't have a pet. I secretly love to write. I love to hear comments from you if you've read my books. I love to explore. I love to mentally wander. I love loving. I'm just that girl. The world has been full of hate, let's go and spread love around the globe.

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THE MCBRIDE SERIES

BOOK ONE

BOUGHT FOR LOVE

Copyright 2017

CLAIRE ASPIRAS

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 9781370427956

No parts of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to [e-mail].

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Cover Designer: Yours truly, cLasP

SYNOPSIS

I’m Jace McBride, son of the billionaire business mogul. I built my own business outside my father’s name and earned my own fortune. I’m rich. Everywhere, I have properties and businesses. I can afford everything. I can afford a wife.

I can afford Ella Young because she’s the only woman I wanted, craved. She consumed my whole being, my entire soul. I’d stop at nothing just to have her. So I married her in secret. It’s the only way I can have her. I only want her body to warm my bed yet didn’t expect my heart would get involved.

My life was perfect and at peace. Until Ella had an accident that unleashed an awful and painful truth between us. She woke up without a memory. She woke up to the reality that I’m her brother.

How will I tell her that her brother was also her husband and we had a son together? How will I tell her we can’t be together anymore? How will my heart accept all of these when all it ever wanted is to take my wife back?

1. JACE

I watch her every move to the rhythm of the song. I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Her sleek body sliding over the pole as if she’s making love with it makes my own pole goes hard as well. Her slender legs stretch as she walks around the room with her sultry, pouty lips slightly ajar as she inhales air are all taunting me. She isn’t tall but the shoes she wears compensate her lack of height.

She’s so graceful like fluid. She has full breasts with a waist that’s barely there. The curve of her body flares on her hips, mimicking an ancient hourglass. Her hair isn’t hers, that at least, I know. She has different hairstyle on every night she performs. Sometimes it’s jet black and or brown and curly. Right now, she’s on a long straight, blonde wig for a hair.

I’ve been watching her for quite some time now. She’s a dancer here in Vegas, typical yet not that typical. She has a number, just one dance to all the patrons. But her seductive performance seems to be reserved specially for men. However, she won’t give them the chance to take her to the rooms upstairs for a private number. Every time her performance ends, she’ll be gone in a blink of an eye. They call her the Flash Woman. I call her Ella. It’s the name she gave to me, after all. Or to put it simply, the name I bought from her.

I’ve been coming to this bar for countless of times just to witness her dance only to return home restless and unsatisfied. One of my colleagues suggested this place to me once, insisting a hundred times to check it out. Just to shut his trap, I finally agreed and watched the show. When I first laid eyes on her, I was a goner. I was stuck hook line and sinker.

I and my men tried catching Ella after her performance more than once but it seems the entire bar assigns her a tight security and conspires with her to make her disappear without a trace. Then I thought maybe I wasn’t doing the right thing. I shouldn’t be chasing her. I should offer her money instead.

So, I turn to the owner of the bar, discussed with her my intentions for wanting Ella to perform for me in a private room. The convincing wasn’t that simple as I first thought it will be. It seems she regards this particular woman so highly. I initially expected the owner to order Ella to get the job done and get a better pay, but she instead had to ask Ella if she agrees for a private performance for me. Something I was honestly surprised.

I was rejected at first. But, of course, I didn’t give up. It took me coming to the right amount until she finally agreed. But having Ella here in a secluded room, performing for me doesn’t even settle my nerves. Not even close. It actually makes me even more frustrated. I want more.

Everything I ask of her means money. I bought her dance. Paid to know her name which, by the way, I don’t think is her real name at all. And right now, I’m requesting her to take her mask off, wondering how much it’ll cost me. She can name any amount she wants, I’m sure I can afford it. Nothing will faze me.

I have money. Lots of it. Something I can boast to the whole world. But what’s actually holding me back is my doubt if I really want to spend that much money for her. For this craving. No scratch that and call it addiction. I have been addicted to her.

Every time I get a little from her, I still want more. I want all of her. To own her. That’s why today, I decided that I’m sure and ready to claim her as mine. I want to taste her, hold her, kiss her and, savor every part of her body with my hands, mouth and cock.

I want to bury myself inside her heat, so deep we won’t know where she begins and where I end. Once I get to taste her, maybe then I’d begin to settle back to my normal self again. After I have scratched the itch, maybe then I’d learn to let go. Maybe I can finally move on and forget all about her. Maybe, just maybe. And there’s only one way of knowing that.

I want to see you. I tell Ella as she continues swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song.

Ella only smiles knowingly at me as if she’s already anticipated my words before mouthing the word no. I’m not allowed to hear her voice nor touch her invitingly soft skin. If I want to, I’d have to pay for it.

I’m a man that freely walks the earth without care. What I want, I get. I don’t like restrictions, limitation and I absolutely hated the word no. Driven by impatience, I stand to my feet and see Ella faltering from her steps before resuming her dance.

I want the mask off, Ella.

Before she can move, I’ve already caged her in my arms with my hands leaning against the wall behind her without the need to touch her. Not yet, anyway. Ella’s eyes quickly fly to the door as if silently telling me that the guards will come inside once I do something I’m not entitled to do.

Tell me how much, Ella? I whisper into her ear, sucking her sweet and erotic scent that wafts to my nostrils, waking up my senses and making my body burn.

I told you no! She says in a hushed voice, yet, with a hint of defiance in it.

I’ll pay. I insist.

Ella shakes her head and ducks under my extended arm to escape before going to the couch to retrieve her robe. I glance down my watch, noticing I still have time for a little chitchat. I believe it’s time for me to up my ante.

I don’t think my time is up yet. I tell her, tapping my wristwatch while looking at her expectantly.

Ella takes a deep breath and drops her robe to the couch once again. If you must remain in your seat and allow me to perform my job, we won’t be wasting both of our time.

I smile devilishly at her but her face remains stoic. We both know she just defied one of the rules. No talking to the client. They’ve become rules anyway because they’re yet to be paid for.

I mean it, Ella. How much should I pay to see your face?

Ella ignores me and resumes dancing which exhausted my patience. I grab her waist and hold her immobile. Her eyes widen in surprise but refuses making her emotions too obvious. If not for our close proximity, I wouldn’t have known that she’s actually nervous as I can feel her violent pulse against my chest no matter how much she wants to hide it.

Ella puts her palms on my chest, trying to push me away but I pull her even tighter to me, making sure to press my hard cock against her stomach. She gasps and her eyes beneath the mask widen even more.

If I agree on showing you my face, then what? You’ll be ok for a couple of days or a week then you’ll start demanding for more, just like the rest of this. We both know you won’t stop to just that, will you?

I told you I can pay.

Shae laughs without humor and tries pushing me again but fails. I never once doubted your money, Mr. Smith. She says in a mocking voice, referring me to the false name I gave her. The problem is, until when will this end? You should know by now that you’re investing your finances on the wrong business.

Mr. Smith. I want to smile at my name on her lips. Surely, all the information we share to each other are lies. The only certain thing here is my lust for her. So strong it consumes my whole being.

I won’t stop, Ella. Not until I have all that I want. And what I want is you. I say so close to her that our mouths will be touching if she so much as moves her head a fraction.

Then you must ready yourself to pay a price. I almost close my eyes at the sweet smell of her breath as she speaks that I can’t stop myself from shoving my groin into her pelvis.

How much. I say for a millionth time, groaning with my growing lust for her.

Five hundred thousand dollars the mask will be taken off. She answers daringly.

I stare long at her eyes, leaning even closer to suck in more of her alluring scent. How about your mouth? I want to eat your mouth, Ella. How much will it cost?

A million?

Are you asking me? I chuckle at her inquiring tone.

A million dollar for a kiss. She restates quickly.

I smirk. You sure know your way to making money, baby.

I push her to the wall, not letting go of her waist from my hold while my other hand creeps down her ass to pull her to me. I then kick her legs apart before bending my knees a little so I can start grinding my erection between her thighs that’s only covered with a small patch of red triangle silk.

Something flashes across Ella’s eyes but too quick for me to know what it is when it disappears in a blink. She tries freeing herself from my possessive hold again but I don’t budge as I continue dry humping her against the wall until her breathing starts getting heavier. I watch her looking at me, waiting for her comeback.

Why Mr. Smith, am I beginning to get you alarmed by my request? Can’t your bank account sustain such demands?

I smile and stop my movement from her words. Not by much. I don’t know where Ella came from. In fact, I don’t know anything about her at all. But she sure doesn’t know me either. Because if she does, she would’ve known how much I cost and how much of the world I own. With this fact, it gives me the upper-hand to our situation.

I lean into her, crashing her breasts with my chest in the process before grazing my lips on her cheek. My hand that’s on her ass slides back up to her waist and up higher until I touch the lining of her bra, touching her just shy under her breast. She shudders of thrill or nervousness, I can’t tell.

I want to bury my cock inside your pussy. I want to fuck you to oblivion that I won’t want to leave your heat. I want you beneath me, above me. I want to spread you. Bend you over in the showers and take you from behind that you’ll be so wet. Feeling emboldened by her silence, I press my thumb across her nipple which elicits a loud gasp from her lips. So Ella, how much should I be paying you for that act?

Ella suddenly laughs but it’s a little choppy, giving away her nervousness as something flashes across her eyes again. She pushes me once more, this time, she succeeds because I let her go. For now.

Are you sure about this, Mr. Smith? Because I’m sure you can’t afford me this time. She says smugly.

I arch a brow at her, taunting her proud tone. Try me.

Ella stares at me for a moment as the corner of her lips lifts in a triumphant smile. Marriage.

I stare back at her as my face remains blank while I process what she just said. My jaw tics seeing her starting to put on her robe, reminding me that our time’s up.

You can only fuck me for as long as you want, for as many times as you want if you agree to marry me. She says with conviction. Which means I’ll be entitled to your unlimited money as much as you’re entitled to use my body to your content. She tightens the belt of her robe in finality before raising her head high for an effect.

As if on cue, the door opens and one of her security personnel appears, declaring that my time for a private show has ended. We both share a look for a moment and I catch a glimpse of a smirk on her lips as if she’s won this round of battle. I let her gloat for now. She just doesn’t know I have no intentions of losing. This isn’t over yet.

2. JACE

While adjusting my tie, I walk to my office while feeling exhausted for the series of meetings I just heard. It was a goddamn long day.

No more call transfers today, Sally. I tell my secretary without pausing to look at her.

Sally answers with a chirping yes before I can close the door to my office. I immediately take my phone out and dial Hector’s name.

Have you gotten the draft ready? I ask as soon as he picks up the call.

Yeah, man. Its ink has dried just a couple hours ago.

Good. I want it first thing tomorrow.

Aye, boss. I just can’t believe you’re actually getting hitched, man. And here I thought your father will beat you to it. Hector quips.

Rumors are just that, Hex. They don’t hold any basis so it’s not really true.

And what is the truth, Jace? We both know that your father could be manipulated to doing this marriage thing. I just can’t believe he’s going to transfer more than half of his shares to that bitch. Whoever she is, man, I already hate her!

Hector is family. He’s my cousin on my mother’s side so his unsolicited opinions are welcome even if I don’t really want to hear about it. He also happens to be the company’s legal counselor and a runner to some of my personal dealings, too. This includes making a draft for my exclusive antenuptial agreement with Ella.

You must’ve been watching too much movies recently to fail to acknowledge which things belong to reality and which don’t. I say with a frown.

C’mon man, you gotta think about this. Why else would he give her that much assets? Which, by the way, you have to stop before it ruins him. Ruins you both.

He’s an old guy, Hex. He already knows what to do and what’s not. Besides, it’s his money he’s wasting. I don’t get to care where he spends it. Also, our relationship has long been ruined by that woman, I want to add.

Hector makes a clucking sound but then give up on the matter. We chat some more and review a little of the draft before we bade each other goodbye.

I turn around to the awning windows, taking a deep breath as I watch the city lights take over the fading sunlight. My mind wanders to my father’s current situation. I have indeed notice his indifference even before my mother died two years ago.

He was so in love with his wife that when she died, I expected him to mourn grievously. I thought it would be impossible for him after my mother’s death. But shockingly, he didn’t become like this. In fact, it was the opposite.

Few months after the burial, my dad immediately return to work double time. He’s become so busy that he, most of the time, forgets to check on me, which he normally does before. Not that I need checking up to. I’m twenty-fucking-eight years old. I don’t need such childish attention from an old man himself. The thing is, I expected he’d need someone to be by his side as he grieves.

However, dad changed. It’s a gradual thing that it’s almost unnoticeable. But it becomes obvious