Foolin' Around King & Reign

By: Phoenix Williams

CHAPTER 1

KINGSTON



Home sweet home. I was almost there. It had been six years since I had been back to Chicago. Six years since I left to get my Masters in Broadcasting at Berkley and then another Masters in Business at Oxford.

Things had changed since I left. I had changed. I wasn’t the same arrogant, brash undergraduate who had left my beloved city years ago. Life and love had given me some hard knocks that brought me down a few pegs. I was still confident but a lot more guarded. My emotions weren’t as on the surface as they used to be.

The plane dipped and shook with turbulence and I grasped the armrest tightly. Flying over the ocean always made me nervous. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart. A few more hours and I’d be home. I smiled despite my fear. I was excited to see my mom and sisters, but I was nervous about reuniting with my lifelong friends. Though I hadn’t seen most of them since I left six years ago, we talked at least once a week. That was a long time without face-to-face interaction. I just hoped the chemistry would be the same. There were seven of us in my crew: Reign Stevens, Marcus and Sarai Winters—they were siblings, Jax Michaels, Alexandra and Carter Tillson—they were married, and me, Kingston Travere.

We had been friends since elementary school. There used to be nine of us and it seemed like nothing could break us up. That was until “the incident” happened six years ago. That changed everything.

Reign and my best friend, Lucas McCrery, had been married since we graduated high school years ago. When puberty hit, Lucas was all over Reign. No other woman would do. His world revolved around her. They got married right before we all left home to attend the same college in the heart of Chicago. On the surface they were the perfect couple. That was why we were all so shocked to find out Lucas—the man I had known since I was ten years old and thought I knew better than myself—was living a double life. He wasn’t just living a double life. He was living it with Reign’s double—her twin sister, Royal.

As if that double betrayal wasn’t bad enough, Reign had to deal with the humiliation by herself. Her family rallied around Royal since she was pregnant with Lucas’s baby. They planned an elaborate wedding for Royal and Lucas while Reign suffered in silence. Luckily for Reign, she had friends who would walk to the ends of the earth for her. We circled the wagons and tried to protect her from her so-called family as much as possible. We watched as she handled the situation with as much grace and dignity as she could muster but she had changed. I didn’t know about everyone else but I could always read Reign like a book. Lucas used to say I could predict her moods better than him. He was right. It had always been that way between us.

The last time I had seen Reign was right before I moved to England. She was the same as she had always been but something was different. It was like I was seeing her for the first time. She had always been gorgeous. , her face and body were what dreams were made of. She was a voluptuous. five foot nine cinnamon brick house with curves in all the right places. She was magnificent. To the average man she would have been a lot of woman but compared to my six foot seven height and linebacker’s build she was just the right size. That day, she was her normal radiant self physically but something in her eyes gave away her anguish. She seemed…broken.

Ever since then, I had made it my business to reach out to her on a weekly and sometimes daily basis. The years passed quickly and she still appeared to be nursing a broken heart. Now that I was back, I was going to do my damnedest to chase the shadows from her beautiful brown eyes and put a real smile on her face. Reign was a woman who deserved all the happiness in the world.





CHAPTER 2

KINGSTON



“It’s so good to have you home, King.”

I looked up from the bourbon I was nursing and smiled at Marcus. After visiting with my family for a few hours, I got settled in at my hotel. Now, I was in a large overstuffed suede booth at a downtown restaurant with a mouth that wouldn’t stop watering due to the savory aroma of the Chicago style pizza that floated into my nostrils and made stomach growl.

“It’s good to be home. Things have certainly changed,” I said, looking pointedly at Alexandra’s swollen belly. Carter placed a hand on his wife’s stomach and smiled, his chest expanding with pride. I felt a pang of longing in my heart and pushed it down with more liquor. I was only twenty-eight, just like everyone else at this table. I had plenty of time to settle down and find a woman. One that would understand all the complicated sides that made me who I was.

A chill ran down my spine and without looking up I knew that the missing piece had finally arrived. Glancing through the crowd, I caught a glimpse of a pair of legs that made my body go hard. I would recognize those legs anywhere. They were long, silky, and shapely with a scar on the right ankle from where the owner fell from a tree when we were thirteen.

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