All Chapters of Wrong Train, Right Trouble: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER ONELENAThe moment my boot hit the train’s metal floor, I spotted him—and everything inside me hit pause.Damn it.There he was again. Sitting across from my usual spot like he owned the entire car. I stopped cold in the doorway, weighing my options: awkwardly sit across from Mr. Thunder-Face or retreat like a coward.I chose retreat.Backing out a little too quickly, I smacked into a man behind me. His coffee wobbled, and he yelped, “Hey! Watch it!”“Sorry!” I threw the word over my shoulder, not daring to make eye contact, and ducked my head as I jogged down the platform. The red lights on the train doors began to pulse, and a shrill alarm went off. I lunged into the next car just as the doors hissed shut behind me.I leaned against the wall, sucking in air and reconsidering every doughnut I’d eaten this month. Once I could breathe again, I scanned for a seat. Several were open, but I ignored the sideways ones—those always made me feel like I was spiraling. I dropped into a

CHAPTER 3LENAMERRICK GLOBAL HOLDINGS occupied the entire twentieth floor, according to the sign in the lobby. My stomach growled as I waited for the elevator. Seeing as though I’d just had breakfast, I knew it was nerves, and that pissed me off.Why was the thought of coming face to face with this jackass making me nervous?His looks.Deep down, I knew it was his looks, and that was ridiculous. I wasn’t a superficial person, but a part of me couldn’t help swooning over this jerk. That part of me really needed to shut up right now.The elevator made a dinging sound and opened up, allowing me and an older businessman to step inside. It was just the two of us as the doors shut. When the man scratched his balls, I looked down at the feather tattoo on my foot to distract myself. Why was I a magnet for men who scratched their junk? Thankfully, the car arrived at the twentieth floor soon enough. I exited the elevator, allowing the man free reign to go to town on himself in private.A black

With a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, I exhaled and kept my gaze fixed on her face—striking, familiar, and still impossible to believe belonged to the same woman who had thoroughly wrecked my composure just the other day. A recently vacated seat opened up across from me, and I slid into it, phone in hand, fingers already navigating to her contact.This was going to be entertaining.Christian: Is your hair short these days? Or long?Of all the ways I could’ve initiated this conversation, that felt like the safest route. Because if I’d led with what actually occupied my thoughts—her luscious breasts slicked in oil as I thrust between them in the steam of my morning shower—well, odds were she wouldn’t text back.Lena: Should I assume you have a preference?Christian: Long. I’ve always had a thing for long hair on a woman.I didn’t dare face her directly, but the train window gave me exactly what I needed—her reflection. Her head lifted subtly, just a glance in my direction, befo

The mere thought of being with her made my cock stir with anticipation.“I’ll say whatever the hell you want me to if it means we’re about to screw right now.”“See? That proves my point!”Even with the playful jabs between us, I could hear the smirk in her voice. It didn’t take a genius to know she was grinning—just like I was. For all the teasing, we were both enjoying the spark shooting between us.Clearing my throat, I changed gears. “Alright, let’s flip the script. Where’d that firecracker personality of yours come from?”“I’ve always been like this,” she said matter-of-factly.I laughed under my breath. Somehow, I didn’t doubt that for a second. She didn’t seem the type to fake anything. That attitude, that quick wit—it was all her.“So, what’s your gig, Lena? What do you do for work?”“What do you think I do?”“Well now, that’s a dangerous question,” I said as I leaned back, feet propped up on the desk. “Judging strictly by what I know so far—which is mostly legs and tits—I’d g

“Christian.” I acknowledged him with a sharp nod as I came to a stop in front of him.“Lena.” He mirrored my professional inflection and returned the nod.We stared at one another on the sidewalk, maintaining just enough space to seem civil, though the tension between us was anything but. The silence stretched unbearably long—seconds disguised as centuries. Then he muttered a low, “Screw this.” In one swift step, he closed the distance, seized a handful of my hair, twisted it around his fingers, tilted my head where he wanted it—and crushed his mouth to mine.For the briefest second, I resisted. Tried to pretend I had strength. But I was frost against fire. Useless. The heat of him melted me down to nothing, and I dissolved into the kiss like sugar in scalding tea. If he hadn’t braced my waist with his other hand, I probably would’ve collapsed right there on the pavement. My mind screamed to shove him off, but my traitorous body leaned in and begged for more.When he finally pulled aw