Gorgeous Chaos

By: T.K. Leigh


A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR





Gorgeous Chaos is the third and final installment in my Beautiful Mess series. As with the first two books of the series, this book contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. In addition, there will be several scenes that contain graphic violence. I have spent hours making sure that I painted some of the violent situations that these characters face in the book in a certain light without sacrificing the integrity of the story, and I hope that I was able to reach a respectful balance. In particular, there are two scenes in which rape is alluded to, but not described in any detail at all, as I refuse to glorify a horrific crime in that manner. That being said, if you are particularly sensitive to arguably violent situations, proceed with caution.

Approximately every two minutes, another woman is sexually assaulted in this country. If you have been a victim, there are resources available to you so that you do not have to go through the healing and recovery process alone. The Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network is one of the leading services out there today. If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call them at 1.800.656.HOPE or find them online at www.rainn.org.

As always, thank you for your loyalty and for supporting me.





CHAPTER ONE


THANK YOU, MAMA





SUN FILTERED INTO THE elegant master bedroom, waking up Sarah Olivia Adler on a bright Saturday in March. She stretched, a smile spreading across her face as she recalled the events of the previous night.

Alexander loved her, and she loved him. She was able to say those three words that had scared her most of her life. Her heart felt as if it would explode when the image flashed through her mind of Alexander dropping down on one knee, asking her to be his wife. It all made perfect sense. The dream she had all those months ago in Newport that scared her to death, causing her to flee, was suddenly clear. She firmly believed that her mama was sending her a message, from wherever she was, with that dream. Once Alexander sang that song, the song Olivia remembered so well from her childhood, the song her mama was singing in her dream as she danced with the green-eyed boy, she knew it was meant to be. She knew it was useless to fight it anymore.

“Thank you, Mama,” she whispered, glancing at the large diamond on her ring finger. Turning over, she reached her arm across the mattress, surprised when all she felt was the cold of the bed. Alexander wasn’t there.

She looked at the clock on the nightstand and sat straight up. It was almost noon! Olivia couldn’t remember the last time she had slept the entire night and woken up so late. She grabbed Alexander’s white suit shirt that he had been wearing the night before and threw it on, remembering the first weekend she stayed with him and how turned on he got when she walked around wearing his clothes. She barely recognized the girl she was all those months ago, and she knew that she had Alexander to thank for finally breaking down her walls.

After pulling her wavy brown hair into a messy bun, she made her way downstairs, searching for her fiancé. An infectious smile crossed her face when she spotted him sitting at the breakfast bar, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. She sauntered up to him and kissed him full on the lips as he slinked his arm around her slender waist.

Alexander closed his eyes and moaned, pulling her against his body, and slipped his hand under the shirt she wore. “I love the feel of your skin, Olivia,” he said quietly.

Her eyes became aglow at his affectionate words and she curved toward him, her lips poised on his. “And I love it when you feel my skin, Alexander,” she replied, kissing him once more.

“You look hot,” he commented, his voice raspy and sexy. “I like you in my clothes. Coffee?” He ran a finger up and down Olivia’s spine, causing her to shiver before pulling back.

“I can get it. You sit,” she replied, giving him a quick kiss on his neck and walking around the kitchen island. She grabbed a mug and made herself a cup of coffee before returning to the breakfast bar and sitting next to him.

“So, there are a few things we should probably discuss.” His voice was firm as he turned to her with an austere expression on his face.

“What’s that?” Olivia asked, raising her coffee mug to her lips.

“Have you spoken to my sister?” He lifted his eyebrows, already knowing what her response would most likely be.

She hid her eyes from him, recalling how she had spent the past several days since running out on Alexander after he declared his love for her. “No, I’m sorry. I just kind of ignored life this week.”

He exhaled loudly. “I figured as much.” He took a sip of coffee. When he put his mug down, a stern look crossed his face, his vibrant green eyes intense.

Crap, Olivia thought to herself.

“Well, Simon was released from prison yesterday.”

“So, let me guess,” she said loudly, standing up from her barstool. “Now you’re going to assign an army to watch me? Is that what this is about, Alex?” She glared at him, her hands on her hips in irritation.

“Hey. Relax,” he responded, caressing her arm. “That’s not what this is about at all.” His eyes pleaded with her not to be upset.