Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong: A BWWM Romance Read Online Free
Author: Camilla Stevens
mattered. If he had to pee into a cup to keep from leaving his seat, that’s what he’d do.
Having more than a passing knowledge of Jealous , he knew there was no way anything even remotely resembling a conversation could be had there. The music was far too loud—and for good reason. When people couldn’t talk, they spent money on drinks. And when people drank…they let go of all their inhibitions. Alex had a strong desire to see what this little minx was like when she let go of hers.
By the time he was done with her, his brother Michael would be nothing more than a distant memory.
* * *
H aving made good on keeping his ass firmly planted in his—or rather Michael’s—seat for the entire second half, she agreed to accompany him to Jealous . The irony of the name of the club wasn’t lost on him. As he led her out of Madison Square Garden and on to the street to hail a cab, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was the fact that she was so obviously sprung over his older brother that made her so damn desirable.
“So it looks like your knee is better,” he heard her say as she looked down at his leg.
“It’s a miracle!” he said, giving her his best shit-eating grin. “It must have been that kiss,” he said, leaning in to her.
She smiled down at his mouth again. They both knew he’d been lying. It was the second tiny white lie he’d told her tonight.
Actually, the first wasn’t so much a lie, as a choice not to divulge information. She still had no clue that he was Michael’s brother. Alex made it a point to be on a first name basis with everyone he interacted with personally, and professionally. Wright wasn’t an uncommon name; all the same, he had no desire to play on his father’s notoriety. He was grateful for the opportunities in life the Wright legacy had afforded him, but he learned early on that being associated with his father was more trouble than it was worth. Which was why he was often in one international city or another—as long as that city wasn’t New York. He had a suspicion that was the reason why Michael had gone the opposite direction and taken on a boring law firm partnership.
As they stood on the curb waiting with the masses for a cab, a thought occurred to him. “So I just realized, I don’t even know your name,” he said, posing the unspoken question to her.
She gave him a smile. “I suppose you deserve that much,” she said. “Brooklyn.”
He nodded as though it made sense. In a way, it did. “Brooklyn…?” he prodded, hoping for more than just a first name to go on.
“Just leave it at Brooklyn,” she said.
He left it. It would have been hypocritical of him not to. The second she gave her last name, she’d want his. That wouldn’t do. If she knew her crush—and let’s not mince words, it was definitely a crush—was his brother, the wall of silence would come crashing down.
“Alright then, Brooklyn… Smith ,” he said.
“Pleased to meet you Alex… Smith ,” she said in kind.
He gave a short laugh and saw her amused gaze fall toward his lips again, no doubt remembering the unforgettable kiss he’d given her.
* * *
A lex was happy to see the line outside Jealous was all the way down the block. He took it as a personal point of pride. He exited the cab, reaching a hand toward Brooklyn to pull her out behind him. He noted her gaze as she took in the long line of young women in tiny dresses and the men who were there to ogle them. Alex could have told her that the men would get in before the women. Eye candy was important, but men who spent money trying to entice that eye candy were definitely a priority as far as the owners were concerned.
Such particulars were irrelevant for Alex and his date. Even in his t-shirt, jeans and Chuck Taylors, and Brooklyn’s equally, non-sexually appealing attire, he knew they’d get in. After all, Alex had already made the owners over one hundred thousand dollars profit. A one-time joke of a club had all of a
Having more than a passing knowledge of Jealous , he knew there was no way anything even remotely resembling a conversation could be had there. The music was far too loud—and for good reason. When people couldn’t talk, they spent money on drinks. And when people drank…they let go of all their inhibitions. Alex had a strong desire to see what this little minx was like when she let go of hers.
By the time he was done with her, his brother Michael would be nothing more than a distant memory.
* * *
H aving made good on keeping his ass firmly planted in his—or rather Michael’s—seat for the entire second half, she agreed to accompany him to Jealous . The irony of the name of the club wasn’t lost on him. As he led her out of Madison Square Garden and on to the street to hail a cab, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was the fact that she was so obviously sprung over his older brother that made her so damn desirable.
“So it looks like your knee is better,” he heard her say as she looked down at his leg.
“It’s a miracle!” he said, giving her his best shit-eating grin. “It must have been that kiss,” he said, leaning in to her.
She smiled down at his mouth again. They both knew he’d been lying. It was the second tiny white lie he’d told her tonight.
Actually, the first wasn’t so much a lie, as a choice not to divulge information. She still had no clue that he was Michael’s brother. Alex made it a point to be on a first name basis with everyone he interacted with personally, and professionally. Wright wasn’t an uncommon name; all the same, he had no desire to play on his father’s notoriety. He was grateful for the opportunities in life the Wright legacy had afforded him, but he learned early on that being associated with his father was more trouble than it was worth. Which was why he was often in one international city or another—as long as that city wasn’t New York. He had a suspicion that was the reason why Michael had gone the opposite direction and taken on a boring law firm partnership.
As they stood on the curb waiting with the masses for a cab, a thought occurred to him. “So I just realized, I don’t even know your name,” he said, posing the unspoken question to her.
She gave him a smile. “I suppose you deserve that much,” she said. “Brooklyn.”
He nodded as though it made sense. In a way, it did. “Brooklyn…?” he prodded, hoping for more than just a first name to go on.
“Just leave it at Brooklyn,” she said.
He left it. It would have been hypocritical of him not to. The second she gave her last name, she’d want his. That wouldn’t do. If she knew her crush—and let’s not mince words, it was definitely a crush—was his brother, the wall of silence would come crashing down.
“Alright then, Brooklyn… Smith ,” he said.
“Pleased to meet you Alex… Smith ,” she said in kind.
He gave a short laugh and saw her amused gaze fall toward his lips again, no doubt remembering the unforgettable kiss he’d given her.
* * *
A lex was happy to see the line outside Jealous was all the way down the block. He took it as a personal point of pride. He exited the cab, reaching a hand toward Brooklyn to pull her out behind him. He noted her gaze as she took in the long line of young women in tiny dresses and the men who were there to ogle them. Alex could have told her that the men would get in before the women. Eye candy was important, but men who spent money trying to entice that eye candy were definitely a priority as far as the owners were concerned.
Such particulars were irrelevant for Alex and his date. Even in his t-shirt, jeans and Chuck Taylors, and Brooklyn’s equally, non-sexually appealing attire, he knew they’d get in. After all, Alex had already made the owners over one hundred thousand dollars profit. A one-time joke of a club had all of a
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