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  Chamberlain Affair

  Complete Love Story

  and

  Book Series

  Part One – Part Four

  J.H. YORK

  JESSICA HART

  Copyright © 2016 Jessica Hart

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 1545506671

  ISBN-13: 978-1545506677

  DEDICATION

  Chamberlain Affair, Complete Love Story and Book Series is dedicated to my four-legged child, Annie, for her eternal love and support.

  Chamberlain Affair

  Complete Love Story

  and

  Book Series

  Is a compilation of

  Part One – Part Four

  CONTENTS

  Acknowledgements

  0

  chamberlain affair, part one – new bride

  1

  chamberlain affair, part TWO – A TURN OF EVENTS

  2

  chamberlain affair, part THREE – SECRETS REVEALED

  3

  chamberlain affair, part FOUR – SOULFUL DESIRES

  4

  OTHER BOOKS BY THIS AUTHOR

  5

  Finding You Beneath

  6

  WOUNDED HEART

  7

  rebecca’s awakening

  about the author

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  Thank you to my mentor who continues to drive me down the road of romance, drama and suspense.

  Chamberlain Affair

  Part One - New Bride

  J.H. YORK

  JESSICA HART

  Copyright © 2016 Jessica Hart

  All rights reserved.

  CHAMBERLAIN AFFAIR

  PART ONE – NEW BRIDE

  0 ABOUT chamberlain affair, part one – new bride

  Dirty hidden secrets of love...

  Evan is a bad boy. In fact, he’s always been. But he’s the kind of bad that you always root for because he’s learned a thing or two in all the right ways. He sets his sights on the one woman he shouldn’t have, who stirs a desirous, possessiveness in him that makes his insides churn and twist.

  Evan’s not just bad; he’s also very, very rich. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth yet he learns well from dear ole dad and he makes a fortune, in his own right.

  Lindsey’s very young, blonde, fabulously beautiful, and married to the bad boy’s stepfather. She is his freaking stepmother! Lindsey knows that everyone thinks she’s a gold digger. Even the dazzlingly, beautiful Evan, whom she can't stop thinking about. He hides it well but when he looks at her, but he also has distrust and suspicion in his eyes.

  The bad boy may not trust her but he doesn’t want to bury her like his stepbrother and stepsister does…six feet deep and under, in fact…

  Lindsey also has a secret she doesn’t ever want anyone to discover. Right now she is completely unavailable until she’s not… So what’s a bad boy to do but come to the rescue…?

  The content is recommended for 18+ due to mature themes and sexual content.

  1 CHAPTER ONE

  Roger Chamberlain, a billionaire tycoon, stood in his expansive office after hanging up the phone. He had just made the last, and most difficult of the calls, to his stepdaughter Bethany. It wasn't bad news that he was relaying; it was just Bethany's nature to be difficult. Her mother had said that the twenty-three hour delivery had been a “heads up” for her. Roger, now 62, had made three phone calls. They had been to his two sons, Evan and Trevor, and of course Bethany. The first two calls had been predictably easy as he had simply told the boys that he was holding a family meeting tomorrow at 2 pm, and would they be able to make it? They could. They committed without questioning. Bethany was full of questions, and obstacles.

  “Well father,” she had started, “ I was supposed to play tennis at that time. Is it really important? Couldn't we make it 5 pm instead?”

  Shaking his head Roger had remained stern. “No... We cannot Beth. Are you coming, then?” Then the questions had started. “What is this about? You just got back from your trip out West...did something happen? Have you talked to Evan and Trev? Are they coming? Just tell me what this is about!”

  He could just imagine her bottom lip poking out as she pouted...much as she had done in the past when she was a little girl. “I'll see you at 2 pm tomorrow Beth. Please think of the rest of us and respect our time...be prompt please.” He had hung up as she was starting to protest again.

  If she wasn't such a deceitful angry woman he might find the constant questioning endearing. The truth is Bethany had always been one to use whatever tactic she could to get her way. When Roger had married Bethany's Mother, Lily, Bethany had been 14. Even at that early age she had been on the path of petulance. She protested the marriage. She scorned her new brothers, Evan and Trevor. She would soon warm up to Trevor, but it was to be able to attain things that she wanted. She was sugar sweet to him, he was 12, and soon had him in the palm of her hand. Even to this day there was a special closeness between the two, even bordering a love affair one might think.

  Roger sighed and walked to his expansive liquor cabinet. He decided on a 20 year old scotch and poured two fingers worth. He set the glass to the side to breath, and sat down at his desk. He opened the top left drawer of his eight foot long oak desk, and pulled out an envelope. He was a good-looking man with a full head of gray hair. He had all of his teeth, and a broad chest. Time, and the loss of two wives had aged him, however. Deep lines that showcased his pain were etched on his once handsome face. His first wife Abigail, was the mother of Evan and Trevor, and had died when the boys were just 13 and 10, respectively. She had been flying to a meeting for their company when her plane had gone down. Two years later, maybe too soon, Roger had married Lily. She had been a single mom, as Bethany's Father had split town.

  Lily had not come from money, and she was almost overwhelmed with Roger's wealth. Bethany had taken right to the privileged life, and to this day continued to live off of the family's fortune. He had considered cutting her off for a bit, after all a single woman of 32 should have some desire to fend for herself, but in the end he couldn't commit. Lily had made him promise, on her deathbed stricken with multiple cancers, to take care of Bethany despite her obvious shortcomings. He had promised. After all, he had loved Lily immensely. He had thought that his broken heart would never heal, and wondered if he would find a reason for joy. Miracles do happen he thought as he looked over the document. Placing it down on the desk he dialed his lawyer.

  “David Spencer speaking.” Came the voice on the other end after just two rings.

  “David. Roger Chamberlain. I'd like to arrange a meeting so we can make some adjustments to my will.” He said as he picked up the Will and studied it.

  ******

  Evan put down the phone and frowned. The family hadn't had a meeting in years. Mainly because when they did Bethany turned it into a platform for finding out how much she would gain when dad died. He sighed and got out of bed. He walked naked to his sitting chair in his massive bedroom, and started to put on the jeans that he had thrown there.

  “Were ya goin'…” the pretty blond mumbled from his king sized bed.

  “None of your business...” He smirked.

  She sat up and looked at him, while she leaned on one arm. Her naked breast drooped a little and it made Evan smile. He was a handsome man with blond hair. A touch of gray had found it's way into the sides, but he wasn't one to dye it out. He was six feet tall and well built.

  The blond smiled back at him. “Don't put your pants on Ev...I wan
t a quickie.”

  He laughed and pulled his pants up. “We don't always get what we want, Deb. Get dressed I'll take you home.”

  After dropping her off, and assuring her he would call her again, he drove off in his BMW. He might call her again, after all a girl that could give head like she could was certainly worth at least one follow up. But there had been very little else, chemistry wise, to inspire another date. She had kept talking about how she had met some famous romance writer, and that her friend had ended up dating him, and wasn't that cool? Evan had nodded and smiled, and thought that she looked a little like America’s blonde sweetheart movie star, only thicker.

  Now that he was alone, he could think. He had an uneasy feeling about the family meeting, given that his father had just returned from an unscheduled trip. Dad goes on a trip out of nowhere...and the day after he gets back he calls a meeting of the family. He turned down the street and drove, staying lost in thought. Unlike his stepsister Bethany, Evan had made a small fortune by himself. He didn't need, or want, his Dad's money.

  Evan had been a standout shortstop at B. C. High. He had gone on to play ball at Boston College, and had been drafted by the Red Sox after graduating. He had done well in the minors and gotten his call up. After his rookie contract ran out, Evan and the Sox had agreed on a five-year, $55 million guaranteed contract. In the second year of the contract he had broken his ankle sliding into second base. He rehabbed and the following year he had blown out his knee. Try as he might he had never made it back up to the bigs. His legs just didn't seem to want to work the way they did before his injuries. The Sox had released him and that was the end of his baseball career. He had spent a couple of years bemoaning his situation.

  It had been his Dad that had finally snapped him out of it. “Your money is going to be gone in a few years if you keep this up.” He had told him one day. “Son. You have capital. You can invest and make your money work for you. You're still young. Don't waste the opportunity.” Evan took his dad's advice. He heard of a movie project that needed some funding. It was a beautiful screenplay and Evan had felt it would do well. The production company was out of Hingham, so he used his dad’s name and scheduled a meeting with the project’s producer. His 10 million dollar investment was tripled as the movie, “It Happened on Tuesday,” made $150 million statewide on opening weekend. Liking the return he turned around and financed the production companies next movie, “Inner Peace.” It made $175 million, and the $10 million investment that he made was once again tripled. He earned $60 million in a year and a half.

  Roger Chamberlain had been extremely pleased with his eldest child. “Could you pass on some of that determination and smarts to your brother and sister?”

  Evan grinned.

  “You know that Trevor tries hard...he just has no common sense. Bethany is just ...never mind.”

  Roger had nodded his head.

  He knew that Evan and Bethany disliked each other. They had long since given up on trying to be nice to each other. Sometimes they weren't even civil. Now the whole family was going to have to be together in one room for the first time in years.

  “Can't fucking wait...” Evan said out loud as he drove.

  2 CHAPTER TWO

  “Do you know what this is all about Trev?” Bethany asked on the phone as she paced around her swanky downtown condo.

  She poured a glass of red wine as she listened to her stepbrother Trevor. “I don't have a clue, Beth. I mean he just got home from a trip to who knows where. It's kinda sudden and all.”

  She took a sip of her wine and let the warmth course through her body. “Well let me know if you find anything out. I don't like these little surprises.” She hung up without waiting for any response.

  She was irritated. Family meetings never turn out anything good. She walked into her bedroom and set her glass of wine down. She went to the bathroom off the master, and started a bath. Pouring in a lot of bubble bath liquid, she went back to her room as the water continued to fill the tub.

  Taking another sip of her wine she began to undress. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and was surprised at the reflection. She looked older than her 32 years. Although still an attractive woman, the lines around her mouth looked a little more prominent. She tried on a smile and while it made the lines disappear, it didn't feel right. She went back to her natural somber look, and felt more comfortable. Turning sideways she looked at her reflection. She was still pretty tight, as the weekly tennis kept her in shape. She clenched her butt and smiled as her cheeks tightened and sat higher. I have a nice butt. Turning full frontal she let her eyes wander, examining herself. Her breasts were still nice and sat high. There were no turkey arms, something that seemed to be common amongst women in the States. She kept her pubic area nice and trimmed. What am I doing? I am a fine specimen! Smiling she strolled into the bathroom, anticipating the bath.

  She turned off the water and inhaled the aromatic steam that was rising from the water and bubbles. Getting in she made sure not to spill her wine. Shit...I forgot my phone. Whatever...I can be without it for a half hour. She fluffed out her long black hair and closed her vibrant blue eyes. In truth she would have been considered beautiful if she smiled more. Bethany had always had a gnawing feeling about everything, though. She trusted no one, and very few situations. Perhaps it stemmed from her Dad leaving her when she was little. She couldn't remember ever having feelings of optimism or trust, though. I'll just have to find out tomorrow about this stupid meeting...The warm water and the warmth of the wine were working and she felt the tension in her shoulders loosen.

  The ringing of her phone woke her up. Looking down she saw her fingers were pruned from being in the water too long. Shaking her head she rose up out of the water and stepped out of the tub. Grabbing her towel she wrapped it around herself and walked into her room. The phone had stopped ringing, but she saw that the missed call was from Trevor. Wonder if he found something out...She tapped on the return call button and waited as the phone rang.

  ******

  “Oh...Let's just all wait for you Beth...” Trevor grumbled out loud. He smacked the “hang-up” button and started toward his kitchen.

  Short and muscular, Trevor was almost handsome. He certainly wasn't his statuesque brother Evan, but he wasn't a troll either. Trevor had the misfortune of bad luck. It seemed whatever he touched turned to ash. When he opened a restaurant in the “Financial District” it received rave reviews. Six months later it was a bankrupt investment. There hadn't been a catastrophic event, or a health violation. The restaurant had just failed. When he talked his father into backing his property investment, which had been sound, it had dissolved within a year. Trevor seemed cursed. Cursed from birth, his delivery had taken 23 hours. The one good thing he felt that was in his life was his stepsister Bethany. She always had his back, and he would do anything for her. But she did make him mad sometimes.

  His phone rang, and he saw it was her. His heart leapt a little at the sight of her name. He answered on the second ring. “Hey Beth! How's it going?”

  A pause from the other end and then she replied. She seemed a little down to Trevor. “Oh...you know...fine. I just took a bath. So did you find out anything?”

  Trevor smiled because he had indeed dug out a secret. While his own personal life seemed to always have one let down after another, he did have a certain gift. His gift was that people really liked him. They felt comfortable around him, and often were very conversational with him. This ability allowed him to gather all sorts of useful information. A lot of the information he gathered was just interesting little tidbits. On occasion there had been bits that had proved to be useful.

  He once received information about a fixed boxing match, and had been able to gain a substantial financial payday at the bookies. Since he was part of a rich and powerful family, he had also been able to find out some information about competitors and corrupt politicians. He had also cashed in on some of those secrets. But the truth be told he was
more excited about this bit of news that he had been able to coax from one of the cooks. He also knew that the news would make Beth happy, or at least the fact that she knew something pertaining to the family meeting would make her happy. He had known that Rita, one of the cooks, had a little crush on him. She was always inquiring about his life when she saw him. They had fun and teasing conversations, and she always kept him up on any of the happenings at the mansion.

  Now as he stood in his plush condo, three blocks from Bethany's, he smiled at the thought of pleasing his sister.

  “Well...one of my well placed sources has given me a bit of info.” He let the statement hang for a minute.

  “Stop being so dramatic you dork.” Bethany said, but Trevor could tell she was smiling.