Chapter 1

This is a collection of several romance stories I'm sure you'll love all by the same author (BLAZE NUKKO). MR HANDSOME'S ADDICTION PURE LUST ALL FOR THE BABY CLAIMED BY THE GREEK LORD A VIRGIN FOR HIS DESIRES MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE THE CEO'S SEX MATE LUSTFUL DESIRES REVENGEFUL MARRIAGE THE VIRGIN WIDOW Keep reading to enjoy the love, lust and passion. TITLE: MR HANDSOME'S ADDICTION 'Oh yes, I should mention that I ran into your future father-in-law, Wyatt Carter, last week,' Logan Jack said near the end of congratulatory phone call to his son."He seemed a little twitchy about when you might finally be setting a date for the wedding. It has been three years, Lucas. When are you planning to marry Beverly?’ "She’s meeting me for lunch today," Lucas disclosed with some amusement, unperturbed by the hint of censure in his father’s deep voice. ‘Neither of us has any desire to sprint to the altar.’ "After three years, believe me, nobody will accuse you of sprinting," Logan said drily. "Are you sure you want to marry the girl?" Lucas Jack frowned, his level black brows lifting in surprise. Of course I do. I mean, it’s not as if you need Carter Electronics these days.’ Lucas stiffened. It’s not a matter of need. It’s a matter of common sense. Beverly will make me the perfect wife.’ "There is no such thing as a perfect wife, Lucas." Lucas thought of his late and much-lamented mother, and clamped his wide sensual mouth firmly closed lest he say something he would regret, something that would shatter the closer relationship he had since attained with the older man. A wise man did not continually look back to a better-forgotten past, he reminded himself grimly, and Lucas’ childhood in a deeply troubled and unhappy family home definitely fell into that category. At the other end of the silent line, Logan Jack made a soft sound of frustration. "I want you to be happy in your marriage," he admitted heavily. "I will be," Lucas told his father with supreme assurance, and he came off the phone smiling. Life was good; in fact, life was very good, Lucas acknowledged with the slow-burning smile on his lean, darkly handsome face that many women found irresistible. He had just that morning closed a deal that had enriched him by millions, hence his father’s phone call. His father was quite correct in assuming that Lucas did not need to marry Beverly simply to inherit her father’s electronics company as a dowry. But then Lucas never wanted to marry Beverly for her money. At eighteen, a veteran of the wretched warfare between his ill-matched parents, Lucas had drawn up a checklist of the attributes his future wife should have. Beverly Carter ticked literally every box. She was wealthy, beautiful, and intelligent as well as being a product of the same exclusive upbringing he had enjoyed. They had a great deal in common, but they were neither in love nor possessive of each other. Objectives like harmony and practicality would illuminate their shared future rather than dangerous passion and horrendous emotional storms. There would be no nasty surprises along the way with Beverly, a young woman Lucas had first met in nursery school. It was forgivable for him to feel just a little self-satisfied, Lucas reasoned as his limo dropped him off at the marina on the California coastline, where his yacht awaited him. Exuding quiet contentment, he boarded Seaduction, one of the largest yachts in the world. He had made his first billion by the age of twenty-five, and five years on, he was enjoying life as never before, while at the same time ensuring that, although the cutthroat ambiance of the business world was where he thrived, he still took time off to recuperate after working eighteen-hour days for weeks on end. "Good to have you on board again, sir," his French captain assured him. ‘Miss Carter is waiting for you in the saloon.’ Beverly was scrutinizing a painting he had recently bought. His fiancée, a tall, slender brunette with an innate elegance he had always admired, spun round to greet him with a smile. "I was surprised to get your text," Lucas confided, giving her a light kiss on the cheek in greeting. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" ‘I’m on the way to a country house weekend getaway with friends,’ Beverly clarified. I thought it was time we touched base. I believe my father has been throwing out wedding hints—’ "News travels fast," Lucas commented wryly. ‘Apparently your father is becoming a little impatient.’ Beverly wrinkled her nose and strolled restively across the spacious room. "He has his reasons. I suppose I should admit that I’ve been a little indiscreet of late,'she remarked with a careless shrug of a silk-clad shoulder. "In what way?" Lucas prompted. "I thought we agreed that until we got married we wouldn’t owe each other any explanations," Beverly reminded him reprovingly. "We may have agreed to go our separate ways until marriage forces us to settle down," Lucas agreed, "but, as your fiancée, I think I have the right to know what you mean by "indiscreet." Beverly shot him a bright, angry glance. Oh, Lucas, don’t be tiresome! It’s not as if you care. It’s not as if you love me or anything like that!’ Lucas remained silent, having long since learnt that listening was by far the best tool to use to calm Beverly’s quick temper and draw her out. ‘Oh, all right!’ Beverly snapped with poor grace, tossing her silk scarf down on a luxurious sofa in a petulant gesture. I’ve been having a hot affair...and there’s been some talk, for which I’m very sorry, but, really, how am I supposed to stop people from gossiping about me? His broad shoulders were squared below his exquisitely tailored jacket. How hot is hot? 'He asked mildly. Beverly rolled her eyes and burst out laughing. You don’t have an atom of jealousy in your entire body, do you? "No, but I’d still like to know what’s got your father so riled up that he wants us to immediately set a wedding date." Beverly pulled a face. Well, if you must know, my lover is a married man... Lucas’ stunning clean-cut bone structure tautened almost infinitesimally, his very dark eyes shaded by lush black lashes narrowing. He was taken aback and disappointed in her. Adultery was never acceptable in Lucas’ book, and he had made the fatal mistake of assuming that Beverly shared that moral outlook. As a child, he had lived with the consequences of his father’s long-running affair for too many years to condone extra-marital relations. It was the only inhibition he had in the sex department: he would never ever get involved with a married woman. Oh, for goodness’ sake, Lucas! 'Beverly chided, her face colored now with angry defensiveness in receipt of his telling silence. "These things always burn out—you know that as well as I do!" ’ I won’t pretend to approve. Furthermore, that kind of entanglement will damage your reputation...and therefore mine, 'Lucas reproved coolly. ‘I could say that about the little lap-dancer you were sailing round the Med with last summer. You could hardly describe that slutty little baggage as adding lustre to your sophisticated image!’ Beverly remarked cuttingly.