About The Millionaire’s Mistake
Author: Sean Michael
Word Count: 16800
Page Count (pdf): 64
Date Published: February 27, 2017
Publisher: Sean Michael
Series name and number: n/a
Is it too late to win back the heart of the man he loves?
When Reid Allen said no to spoiled millionaire Ambrose Walter Simpson five years ago, AW kicked him out on his ass. Now AW is ready to admit he’s thrown away the only man he ever truly loved.
The rich bad boy has learned the value of sticking around when the going gets tough. But is it too late to make amends and win Reid back?
Originally released with another publisher.
Ambrose Walter Simpson—AW to everyone, even himself—was bored.
He was at the top of his game. He could have anything he wanted. He could have anyone he wanted. In fact, the twinks at the clubs fell at his feet to lick his boots for him.
It was all so fucking boring.
There wasn’t any challenge anymore. No one had ever said no to him. Well, almost no one.
His phone rang and he hit answer. “Simpson.”
“Ah, yes, Mr. Simpson, the sale has gone through. You are now the proud owner of the building at 800 Silver Street.”
“Thank you, Findlay.” His lawyer rocked.
And never said no to him.
The man who owned the little coffee shop in the 800 Silver Street building, however, had.
Just the once, but that had been enough to make AW drop him like a hot potato. No one said no to him. And when Reid Allen had said it, refusing to do a scene with him on stage at the club, AW hadn’t had the benefit of realizing what a novelty someone saying no was.
Now, he was going to go make Reid Allen change his mind.
A challenge. One with very real stakes.
AW couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited.
And Reid Allen had no idea what was coming his way.
“Two cappuccinos, an Americano, and two drips, Reid!”
“You got it, honey.” Reid pulled coffee, humming under his breath as they worked through the morning rush. There’d be another one at lunch and a tiny one around four. It was perfect.
“Reid, I’m going to grab the cranberry muffins. We’re down to only blueberry and one lemon.” Barb, his other employee rushed by from where she’d been bussing tables.
“Run a load of cups, huh?” He needed to pick up more; they were starting to run low. It never failed to amaze him how he had to buy another couple dozen every few months, like clockwork.
David nodded from the register. “Cups good. Muffins good. Customers like wild, slavering beasts.”
“Are you allowed to say that where we can hear?” asked the next customer, the man’s voice like liquid fucking velvet.
“Oh, yeah. You guys are sharks. What can I get you, man?” The grin in David’s voice was audible.
Reid didn’t look, even though his cock jerked at the husky tone—the customer’s, not David’s.
“I’ll have a double espresso.” God, that voice was beginning to settle in his balls.
“You got it. Muffin?”
Reid went still, halfway through pulling the Americano. He knew that voice. He did.
“No, I want something…sweeter.” The customer was looking at Reid; he could feel it. Especially now that he knew who it was.
“There’s muffins and raspberry scones. Those are your options, Walt.” He didn’t meet his ex’s eyes. Fucker.
“So you do remember me.” That husky voice went even deeper over the words. “And I’ll have the raspberry scone.”
Reid plated up the scone, pulled the espressos, put them on the counter. “Double espresso, scone.”
“Thank you. Will you join me?”
“Will I what?” He did look that time, right into Walt’s eyes. The dark blue was as intense as ever and Walt didn’t flinch for a second.
“I said, ‘Will you join me?’”
“I’m working. Rush. Sorry.” No. No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
“When the rush is over then. Excellent.” Walt walked away like it hadn’t been five fucking years.
Reid stood there staring.