Always an outsider, Rafael spent his life looking in on his privileged Wolfe siblings, a boy in the shadows. And so, determined to create the lifestyle and family illegitimacy denied him, Rafael punishingly worked his way to the top. His marriage to beautiful supermodel Leila was the icing on the cake of success!
Now his marriage is crumbling and the vows he took seem in vain. Rafael chased a rainbow--but made his wife feel as though she was never more than a trophy.... Now it will take all of his courage to win his wife back....
The crush of beautiful people in this small town on the French Riviera was a treat for the senses, but only one beauty captured Rafael da Souza's attention. She always had from the first moment he had met her in London.
His desire for her had never waned during the five years they'd been married. Nothing would ever change that.
He knew the exact moment strikingly beautiful supermodel Leila Santiago walked into a room, even if he was already prepared. And he was certainly ready for this reunion, body and soul! even before they had married, they'd mutually agreed to wait before starting their family. It had been important to both of them that they focus on their careers first. That they enjoyed life and especially each other.
And they had.
Rafael's brow pulled as he looked back on what was now the fifth year of their marriage. He could count the times he'd been with Leila over this past year on one hand. Her career and his had taken quantum leaps, bigger than either of them could have imagined, but such success came at a terrible price for it had pulled them both in different directions.
Leila had been involved on two whirlwind global tours, her beautiful face splashed on glossy magazine covers around the world. Rafael's time had volleyed between being technical adviser on one film and developing a cutting-edge mobile phone device that was light-years ahead of the competition.
He and Leila had only managed to find one fleeting weekend to spend together in Aruba following a photo shoot there. Moments alone, undisturbed by their busy careers, had always been precious between them, and although Rafael had tried to talk to Leila about his desire to start a family, the time had gone by too quickly.
"We'll talk about it at the film festival in France," she'd promised in Aruba as she'd planted hot kisses across the taut planes of his belly. And then she'd taken his mind off family and his dream with bold caresses and long leisurely kisses that he'd been starving for.
They'd ended up in bed, arms and legs entwined. Tongues dueling in carnal love. Bodies thrusting together in the most passionate sex he'd ever had with her.
When he was buried deep in her, clutching her to his heart, he felt whole, and they'd both gotten lost in loving the night away. And then their idyll had been over. Rafael had left with the rising sun after Leila had dropped the bombshell that she wouldn't reschedule an upcoming shoot in order to accompany him to his brother Nathaniel's wedding. He'd been too angry and hurt to do more than offer a clipped, "Fine, I'll see you in France."
Now, he certainly intended to do more than talk about starting a family. They would have an entire week together in France. While their days would be busy with promotions and such, their nights would be devoted to each other.
His heart warmed at the thought of having children with Leila, of having a home with her that wasn't empty or flat.
He'd never had that in his entire life. His mother had loved him, yes, but she had always held at least two jobs at a time to support them, and she had worked incredibly long hours. He had hardly seen her as a child.
As for a home, their small flat in Wolfestone might have been the place Rafael had been raised, but the memories there were painful, suffocating. Rafael had felt only freedom when he had left its cloying grasp. He had moved to a modern apartment in London and...