The Takeover (The Miles High Club #2)

by T.L. Swan

“He’s still with you. He will always be with you. Trust him to watch over you. You need to let him go, Claire.”

that hits home for me

“He’s got six degrees and speaks five languages,” Nelson continues. “Has an IQ of one hundred and seventy. That’s even higher than a genius; that’s like a mentalist.”

Holy crap

His eyes are rolled back in his head. “You have an ugly sex face,” I say.

That is something I would say! 😂😂😂

Wearing a dark-gray suit, he looks like he’s just stepped off a modeling shoot. Clean shaven, perfectly put together. His dark wavy hair is well kept, with not a hair out of place.

The Professional version of grey sweatpants😋😜🔥

The girls’ faces fall in disappointment. “No, that’s fine, Tristan,” I interrupt. “I finished the job myself after you left.” He blinks in disbelief and then narrows his eyes. “Is that so?” “Uh-huh.” I sip my coffee, acting innocent. He glares at me. “Yeah, that’s probably why I slept so well. Felt so good to finally get the project done, you know?”

😂😂😂😂😂😂

A huge bunch of red roses sits on the table, a small white card carefully pinned on the red ribbon. ANDERSON My heart races as I read—it’s from him. I nervously open the card. WE HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS. COME TO PARIS FOR THE WEEKEND. xoxoxox

Omg she better go

Oh God, I’m so confused. If I go to Paris, I’m guaranteed laughter and fun.

GIRL IF YOU DON'T GO I WILL

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Although . . . “Shut up, shut up,” I whisper as I shake it. I stare down at the stupid clock as it taunts me.

Take the battery out

Harry, on the other hand, is an entirely different kettle of fish. He’s naughty wherever he goes and no matter who he’s with. His teachers are constantly calling me about his behavior, and last year he even nearly got expelled from school. I’ve had him at therapy. I’ve had him at behavioral psychologists. You name it—I’ve done it. Diet, exercise programs, no blue lights on screens . . . nothing has worked. It pains me to admit it, but Harry needs his dad. More than the other two, and I’m so out of my depth that I have no idea what to do with him.

Oooh just you wait

“What . . . is . . . so . . . funny?” Harry sneers. “Tick. Tock,” Tristan replies. Harry’s eyes widen, and Tristan winks at him.

A taste of his own medicine

“Sebastian Garcia. His marriage just broke up recently.” “Really? He’s a player too?” I frown. “No, his wife slept with their gardener.” “What?” I frown as I look at the beautiful man. He’s tall, dark, and European. “Is she mad?” I gasp. “Apparently.” She shrugs. “Must be absolutely off her fucking tree,” she mutters.

Omg I will take him lol

“As I play the final song for the night,” the DJ says into the mic, “with the Miles boys in the house, I had to play their anthem. ‘Freak Me’ by Silk.” A tantric beat rings out. Freak me, baby (ah, yeah) Freak me, baby (mm, just like that) Freak me, baby (ah, yeah)

Oh course

He smiles down at me as he moves us to the beat. “This was our boarding school anthem.” He pushes me out again and then spins me and brings me back to him, and I can’t contain my laughter. “We played this song in our dorm every day for our entire schooling life. We all know it word for word.”

Lol

“This is Tristan,” Harrison says to the tombstone. I smile and dip my head in a greeting. “Mr. Anderson.” Harrison looks at me for a moment and then touches the tombstone. “You can touch it.” He pats it, as if to entice me.

😭😭😭

The thing about loving a powerful man is knowing when to stand back and let him take the reins. Today I’m doing just that. “What is he doing out there?” Patrick frowns. I dip my head to peer out the window and onto the front porch to see Tristan pacing, hands on hips, muttering to himself. He’s been up since five o’clock, dressed in his suit, and ready for battle. Mrs. Henderson is going down . . . and to be honest I feel like calling ahead and warning her. She needs to run.

Oh this is funny

“You know, intelligent people scare stupid people.” He turns to the woman taking notes. “Did you get that?”

😲😂😂😂😂

The boys run through the house in excitement. Fury begins to burn a hole in my stomach. How dare he?

He probably should have had this conversation with her 1st before doing this

Love is stupid. Love is blind. Love is a fucking bitch!

Facts