Romances de Greg White

SLOANE"Just like that she's off the market!"The screaming started the exact second my hotel suite door was kicked open. It was nine o'clock in the morning, and my mind felt like it was completely stuffed with concrete."All her girls like period!" Tessa shouted, clapping her hands right over my face as she stormed into the room. She was already fully dressed in her pastel pink bridesmaid gown, jumping up and down like she had not just spent the last forty-eight hours chugging tequila in Florida."And all his boys like yeaaaa!" Lila and Cassidy chimed in, dancing their way toward my bed. They were playing that viral Alton Kiing song, Fiancé Anthem, blasting it straight from a portable Bluetooth speaker. The bass hit my throbbing head in a way that wasn't pleasant at all."Now all she wanna say is my fiancé! Every other word is my fiancé!" Maren yelled, grabbing my left hand and waving it in the air to hype up the massive, flawless diamond engagement ring sitting there.I pulled my ha

SLOANEMy head felt like a bomb had gone off inside it.I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow as a bone-deep, skull-cracking headache pulsed right behind my eyes.My throat felt like sandpaper. I could barely even swallow. I blinked my eyes open, but the sunlight pouring through the massive windows was so bright, it felt like I was dying.Where was I?This was definitely not my hotel room. My hotel room didn't have a ceiling this high, or sheets this soft, or...I froze. The air smelled like expensive masculine cologne. Cedarwood and tobacco.Slowly, with terror mounting in my chest, I rolled over.There was a man sleeping right next to me.Not just any man. It was the dark-haired stranger from the club. He was lying on his stomach, his face turned toward me, sleeping peacefully. The white duvet was pulled down to his waist, exposing a bare, sculpted chest that looked entirely too perfect to be real.My breath caught in my throat. I looked down at my hands, shaking violent

SLOANEMy heart was beating in my ears, loud enough to compete with the bass vibrating through the floor. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles turned white, while my friends cheered like fucking lunatics."Go on, Sloane! Do it!" Tessa yelled, shoving my shoulder."Look at her, she's freezing up," Lila laughed, taking another sip of her drink. "I know she will chicken out."That did it. The tequila in my veins flared up, mixing with a sudden, vicious wave of frustration. Chicken out? Me? I had spent my entire life being the good girl, doing exactly what everyone expected, and where had it gotten me? Trapped. Signed, sealed, and delivered to a billionaire who looked at me like a nice piece of property."I am not chickening out," I snapped, my voice sounding way braver than I actually felt.I turned around, forcing my blurry eyes to scan the crowded VIP section. The lights flashed, blinding me for a second, but then the crowd seemed to part.And there he was.He was sitting alon

SLOANEThe second I stepped off the plane, the humidity hit me like a slap in the face.It wasn't like New York at all. Back home, everything was crisp, polite, and freezing.There, the air was thick, salty, and heavy enough to make my hair immediately start frizzing.Welcome to Miami, I guess."Sloane, oh my god, look at those palm trees," Tessa squealed, practically knocking me over with her designer carry-on. "We're finally here. The bachelorette trip of the century is officially in motion."Lila laughed, adjusting her massive sunglasses. "Correction. The bachelorette trip of the century before you married the most eligible bachelor in the entire country. Seriously, Sloane, Adrian is practically royalty. I still can't believe you locked that down.""Right, locked down," I muttered under my breath, fixing my own sunglasses so none of them could see my eyes.That was exactly how it felt. Like a lockdown. A beautiful, gold-plated prison sentence. In exactly forty-eight hours, I was su