A Chance to Love

By Adina D. Grey

Life's unpredictable twists and turns have Dean trapped in a toxic marriage with a cunning spouse, leaving him adrift. When his brother, Kyle, and his wife, Miriana, offer him a supportive hand he seems to find a much-needed breath of fresh air. Yet, Dean finds out the feelings for Miriana goes beyond logic making mere voyeurism insufficient to quench his desires. Although the brothers have a past of shared romantic exploits, the looming question remains: will Kyle be open to sharing his wife with Dean this time?  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adina D. Grey
• Release date: Feb 21, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224556021

Adina D. Grey

Adina D. Grey is a USA Today and International Bestselling Author. She was born and raised in Italy so it's no surprise she has a huge addiction to coffee, dogs, and books. Her book addiction and passion for travelling led her into the creative world of words where she writes, blogs, and beta reads. Her writing covers various sub genres and tropes but she's a sucker for a HEA, this is a cliffhanger free zone. When she's not writing or reading you can find her entertaining her toddler and husband, and enjoying family life.

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Chapter One

Miriana

The soft glow in my home office bathes the room in a comforting light, creating a snug and reassuring environment. It's a calculated choice, intended to relax and put any visitor at ease. It's lesson number one from grad school: establish a safe, invincible ambiance.

Every day, I work with people who are on a quest to find significance in their lives. Seated across from me is Sarah, a young woman grappling with a challenging period in her life. Her words hang heavy in the air as she spills out her anxieties and concerns. Despite her efforts, she can't seem to break free from her shell, and sadly, the negative impact of her family doesn't make her job any easier. This is because she is such a generous spirit, she puts others before herself. We've been chipping away at this for months, and every little progress feels like a monumental win. Except when her cousin rings her up just to ridicule and intimidate her, further eroding her self-confidence, and her parents do the rest.

Miriana, I truly don't know what to do. I feel like I'm wandering aimlessly. She sighs, gazing at me with eyes brimming with sorrow. Everything seems futile. I've turned my life upside down. I have a job I adore but it never seems to not be enough for my family.

Is it for you?

Yes. She reclines back into her chair. Would you think I'm crazy if I say that I feel ecstatic, accomplished, invincible, and driven when I'm out of the house?

And then what?

I get home and before the front door even swings shut, I feel drained and start questioning myself.

I study her intently, attempting to untangle the intricacies of her emotions. Sarah, I understand all of this can feel incredibly overwhelming, and I can say this toxicity isn't beneficial for you. We can tackle these issues and find a way to your happiness, but it has to start with you.

Yesterday, I told my folks I'm moving out to live on my own, she confesses with a determination that takes me by surprise.

I grin at her, nodding. This is more than a step, it's a giant leap. How'd your folks take it? Her smile fades and her eyes well up with tears. She buries her face in her hands, and all I can do is watch her crumble again. You see, Sarah, not everyone takes kindly to change. For some, it's a reason to ridicule or even resent. But you gotta put yourself first for once.

I know, but they make me feel like I'm an ungrateful child, disrespecting them. It makes me feel guilty.

I bite the inside of my cheek, holding my tongue. I've always despised emotional manipulation. It's a pain I've experienced and detest with every fiber of my being. Look at me. My protective instincts kick in, and while it might be unprofessional at this point, I couldn't care less.

Sarah looks up, surprised by my tone.

You're a fantastic woman and you should take pride in that. You've given your family more than they ever deserved and now it's time to stand on your own. I pause, handing her a box of tissues. The problem ain't you, Sarah. You're not weak, they just make you think you are.

Why? What did I do to deserve this? she asks between sobs, dabbing at her tears.

Nothing. You've just spoiled them too much. It's not my place to scold her, and I won't. She's got a heart of gold and, unfortunately, the parasites have found the perfect leverage. Sarah's eyes widen as she finally realizes what I'm getting at. Do you get it now?

No way, Miriana. She shakes her head as I see her get lost in her thoughts. But they're my family.

And yet, you're the one who told me you've finished paying off the mortgage. You cover all the bills and even fund their vacations.

She nods, meeting my gaze again. And every time I buy something for myself or want to go to the beach for the weekend, they make me feel terrible. Tears streak her face, which she quickly wipes away. I'm just a cash cow to them. That's why they don't want me to leave.

I'm proud she finally sees it. As our conversation continues, my cell phone buzzes quietly on the desk but I focus on my patient. Sarah, I think you're finally ready to take control of your life, I tell her, trying to refocus on the session. You've got everything you need to be happy. Just remember, don't let anyone take advantage of you. Being generous and kind is great, but there have to be boundaries.

What if they meddle in my life?

You're the only one who has the power to determine who and how much influence they have in your life. Be your own leader and make choices confidently.

I try to, because I deserve that.

And she truly does. She just needs to prioritize herself a bit more, or else it's like a dog chasing its tail. Not everyone is capable of setting their boundaries, and the more drained a person, the better they seem to function.

Time flies and, when our session wraps up, I send Sarah off with a reassuring smile. If she continues to believe in herself, she will go far, and I wish her the best.

My cell phone buzzes making me glance at the screen and, seeing a message, I can’t help but smile.

Kyle: Put on that little red dress and meet me at the Royal at seven p.m. Love you.

My eyes light up with delight. Five years of marriage, and he still knows how to surprise me with his tenderness.

I file Sara’s folder safely away, my mind finally unwinding. I'm already excited for the special evening ahead. Having a home office has its advantages, and after switching off the lights and closing my office door, I head upstairs to prepare for the evening.

After a quick shower, I straighten my hair, apply makeup, slip into the red lingerie Kyle adores, select a pair of heels, and wear the little red dress he gifted me recently. I take a final look in the mirror, already picturing his reaction. I head downstairs, set the alarm, and walk into the garage. The garage door opens as I climb into my car and the engine of my Juke roars to life, stirring butterflies in my stomach. I back out of the garage and wait for the door to close before heading downtown. I know it's not necessary, but I've always viewed home as my sanctuary and although this neighborhood is the safest in the county, caution never hurts.

At 7 p.m. sharp, I arrive at the Royal. This place holds special memories. Here, Kyle took me on our first date and, two years later, right here, he proposed. I will always cherish that evening and the ones that followed. Where has the time gone? It feels like just yesterday, fresh out of college, I saw him in his full glory. My God, he looked sexy in that uniform. But it was the moment he caught my eye and winked that he completely captured my heart. I was too shy to admit it then, and I made him work for it before agreeing to grab coffee with him. I smile, reminiscing about those early days.

As I approach the entrance, my heart quickens in anticipation of the evening ahead. He always has a surprise planned and continually amazes me, even in the smallest gestures. Kyle has always been my safe haven, and I am deeply in love with him.

When I step into the restaurant, Paul, the maître, takes my coat and escorts me upstairs. I'm surprised to find we're alone. Has he booked out the entire place just for us? The room is softly lit by candles, and a trail of rose petals leads to Kyle, waiting for me at the end. A smile spreads across my face as I approach, recognizing the affectionate look in his eyes.

Hi baby, he murmurs, gently taking my hand. You look stunning.

You're insane. My heart's melting.

Only for you, baby. He guides me to our table, pulling out my chair. As I sit, he plants a soft kiss on my neck, sending shivers down my spine, then pulls away, leaving me yearning for more.

Paul uncorks a bottle and pours us wine, while appetizers are brought to our table.

He lifts his glass toward me, You look beautiful.

I do the same, feeling my cheeks redden, This is too much. But thank you.

Nothing is too much for you, and besides, I wanted some alone time with you.

Could he be any sweeter? We could've stayed at home.

I didn't want you to cook.

We could've ordered takeout, I tease.

Kyle laughs, replying, Not tonight, Miri.

His voice takes on a commanding tone. The same one he used when I went to Hellfire and some guys from our group tried to step out of line. Seeing him in a uniform had a certain effect on me, but seeing him in a sharp suit was downright irresistible. I felt small compared to his towering height.

"Everything cool?"

Bro, we got the card, Val spits out.

His gaze drifts to the card. First time, huh? You sure you didn't pick the wrong club? He locks his eyes on me, spotting my bracelet. The lady doesn't want to be touched.

What the hell are you talking about? Andrew steps up.

When filling out the form, I mentioned I was here just to watch and didn't want any trouble, so they slapped on this black and gold bracelet. Anonymous as it was, it worked like a charm. Many came, but backed off when they saw it. I can't say a word; I'm captivated by his presence, though it's odd seeing him here.

Touch her again, and you're booted from the club.

Bro, she's with us, Andrew scoffs, turning his eyes to him, we're a group, not sure if you get it.

Andrew, cut it out, he's right, I scold him before he stalks off.

Miri, don't joke, Val pipes up but I ignore him and trail the stranger. I have to know at least his name.

He heads for the bar, and pauses to chat with a couple, while I hang back, waiting for him to wrap up until the girl grins at me and he swivels around. He bids them a good night and zeroes in on me, Need something?

Thanks for earlier.

Look out for yourself, and keep an eye on your surroundings. He glances at his watch and scans the room.

Your name?

Kyle, he introduces himself, lifting his arm to beckon a blonde woman over. She's wearing an unusual leather necklace that ends in a metal hoop. Her leather bra, contrasting against her pale skin, houses a bust that could make anyone blush. Her long, bare legs seem to go on forever, and only later do I notice the leather mini shorts she's wearing.

Feeling bitter, I take a step back, Thanks again, I say, my mood souring. If that’s his standard, he'd never look at someone like me since I’m her opposite: short, and curvy.

We enter the dungeon, and I see Kyle leading the woman on a leash, no joke. I'd researched this place and discovered it was a world unto itself. The more I read, the more I was drawn to it. Sensuality, kinks, respect, and consent. That's why he'd approached me.

Kyle hands the woman off to another man as they walk