His Kleptomaniac Bride

lle'

no. No

be happenin

over a cream-coloured pleated skirt, tugging the fabric down over my tremblin

I could possibly swipe a child's tennis kit and vanish without getting caught. What do I ev

r example, I could be the target of a hitman, or I could be on a hospital bed fig

school right now, not like that's my business. Not a lot of people visit the indoor centre tennis court

to fit that in my bag any

o move toward the kid. "That's some re

you?" he replied

ut I'm Tessa, and I'm giving you a

about my name? My jaw ti

f course he doesn't trust me; I'm smi

y skin was crawling, every nerve

k it's as cool as yours." I did a little pout a

is kit for me as a birthday present. "He beamed. Yep, one way to get a

tennis racket; it's so

yours." I asked, impressed and heavy with a sinking dread. I really wish I could just walk away from this k

gue, and his superpower is being rich." He answered, still showing me mo

Wils

r's freshly minted, fragile wealth. If I got caught stealing a tennis kit from Elder Wilson's beloved grandson, the fallout wouldn't just be

e right now, something anything to distract me before I do somethin

he wariness in his eyes returned. He started a

I'm

s this aga

his age, I'd pick thirties, dressed in a dark charcoal suit, looking like he just stepped out of a boardroom meeting. I knew two of these men: Elder Wilson, Mr Wilson, Roman's father, and the dark charcoal suit man who I can't seem to remember where I have seen hi

father, she'

ence with ummm?" The same voice whom I no

father." Roman sa

Wilson stared at me pointedly wit

ly, sir," I offered a tight

off even before I could complete my sentence. Dammit, old man. It seemed that this man had a knack for

" Roman blurted out, staring at me like

I lied to this kid about my nam

" I laughed nervously. "I only give cool kids

Tessa, young lady. You clearly had ulterior motives f

n't have any ulterior motives.

here, Elder Wilson. We have much

glancing down at his gold wat

dfather was just delighted to see his gran

, Roman." Mr Wilson said, ending t

her," Roma

panic through my chest. But before I could process it, th

s ridiculously longer than any man or woman had a right to have. He was painfully attractive and woul

in my way." His voice w

y was evident in his voice an

as I scrambled out of his way. A whiff of his cologne drifted past my

ng the first taxi I saw. My pulse was still hammering against my ribs. I couldn't afford another spiral, much le

buzz in my tennis backpack. My heart did a double beat of fe

of why he could be calling me. I didn't do any

ou not in your room?" His dee

m not ruining the reputation he

out for a

family meeting." He paused. "And

esence would suddenly be needed during a family

xt 40 mins; we hav

up imm

ne die or get sick? I'm feeling so uneasy; so ma

n answer, but I

news wouldn't b