Sebastian's Chance (The King Brother's series Book 2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  I'm called a lot of names, heartbreaker, broken man, a smart fighter and yet the one I'd never thought I'd be called, is the only name I care about now, a father.

  Sebastian King has only ever loved one girl, but he lost her once, and he won't be doing it again. When his life is spiralling out of control, Maisy comes back and finally he knows he has to fight the biggest fight of his life, winning her back.

  Maisy is pregnant by a man she thought she hated but when the truth comes out; can she keep her heart safe?

  The Kings are dangerous, that's what everyone says but can they protect her from the true threat?

  Follow the King Brother’s series, this is book two in the King Brother’s series but can be read as a standalone.

  Wrote in a duel point of view, with a HEA!

  18+ due to violence, sexual scenes and language.

  © Copyright 2017 by G.Bailey.

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  The author acknowledges the trademark owners of various products, bands and/or stores referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

  List of G. Bailey’s books-

  The King Brother’s Series-

  Izzy’s Beginning (Book one)

  Sebastian’s chance (Book two)

  Elliot’s chance (Book three)

  Harley’s fall (coming soon)

  Luke’s revenge (coming soon)

  Her Guardians Series-

  Winter’s Guardian (Book one)

  Winter’s Kiss (Book two)

  Winter’s Promise (Book three)

  Winter’s War (coming soon)

  Saved by pirates series-

  Escape the sea (coming soon)

  Dedication

  For my two children, my cheeky little monkeys.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Epilogue

  Maybe there’s something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go.

  It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.

  -John Green.

  Chapter One

  Maisy

  "Are you seriously going to wear that tonight Maisy?" My mother screeches to me, and looking at me in shock. I look down at my jeans, white top and shrug at her. I’ve gone past not caring what her problem is today. It’s not like I want to leave the house tonight in the first place. I spent the morning throwing up over the smell of a salmon sandwich my dad ate and my caring attitude went down the loo.

  "So? Why not? I think that I look fine." I mutter, not knowing why I’m bothering to argue with her. My mother scowl’s at me in distaste, as she wipes her hands down her pristine white dress over her stick thin body.

  "Maisy, you have a date with Kyle Winchester and you know this must go well. You cannot expect to live in sin in this house." She glances at my large stomach before looking away like she can’t stand to even pretend I’m carrying a baby.

  The thing is I don't care, not about anything else anymore, other than my unborn child. I'm six months pregnant with a beautiful baby boy and that's the only good thing in my life anymore. I’ve accepted it but it doesn’t make my heart stop hurting or my family’s rejection of my child sting any less.

  "I know mother." I whisper, hoping she will just leave it. I am really not that lucky tonight.

  "You clearly don't. You need to get married and Kyle Winchester has loved you since you was a young spoiled brat. The good man has even said he will accept that baby." She huffs at me. I hold back a snort of laughter as she mumbles on about how great Kyle is. The only thing she missed out is that he is a stuck up asshole.

  "I know mother," I say repeating myself.

  "If this doesn't go well, you can't stay with us and then what will you do?” She doesn’t give me a chance to reply before continuing.

  “You will just be another single mum with no qualifications and no money. That boy who did that to you won’t care, as I’m sure you’re just another notch on his bedpost by now," she says harshly and I flinch at my future or more at my babies. I breathe in deeply, as I know her words are right. Considering I left school too early to complete my A levels, I don’t have a chance of getting into university on my grades alone. I won’t even think about him yet, the man (a title he doesn’t deserve) who left me in this alone and broke my heart all in one go.

  I can’t even think about the baby’s father now, without a hell of a lot of tears and I won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing them.

  My mind floats to my grandmother and the huge trust fund she left me, I miss her so much as she was all the family I had that actually cared about me. I’m lucky my mother doesn't know about my trust fund but I can't touch it without her help and I won't tell her about it.

  "I will change," I say begrudgingly. I know she won't give up and will keep throwing insults till I do.

  "Brilliant. I left a blue maternity dress on your bed," she says but she leaves out that I must wear it.

  I leave our massive white kitchen and walk down the corridor to my room. The walls of the house I live in are all white or grey and my room is the same. There isn’t a single family picture in the house because my mother doesn’t like them but instead are weird pieces of artwork which I’m sure are worth a fortune but to me look like shit. I open my door to my room and rest my head against it as I look over my boring room.

  There is a single bed in the corner as my parents didn't think I needed a bigger one, white wardrobe and a white chest of drawers. I haven't bought any baby stuff yet, which I know is bad but I'm saving all the money I can by working at the local supermarket. I work on the tills and even if it kills my back, I need the money. I intend to work until the last-minute of this pregnancy before I can think about leaving. I may play along with my parent’s insane idea that I should marry Kyle, but I'm trying to get out-of-town. It sometimes just seems hopeless and I feel like giving in but one movement from my baby reminds me that I can’t give up. The money I’ve saved will pay for the baby things but not rent and then what do I do when he arrives? I can't work and the maternity pay isn't enou
gh to live on.

  I look at the dark blue, very tight dress on the bed and look up at the ceiling, praying for help to even get into it. I slip on a pair of silver pumps, not caring that they don’t match and grab my leather jacket.

  After I change the doorbell goes and I walk as slow as possible down to the entrance hall.

  Kyle is standing there looking stupidly rich, wearing an expensive suit that does nothing to hide his unfit body underneath it; he is stood with my mother and father. They are all laughing and my mother gives him a peck on the cheek before she notices me. Sometimes I wonder if she is one who wants to sleep with him because I really, really don’t.

  "Maisy darling, come here." She says in a fake loving voice that I’m used to hearing around guests.

  I walk over and say

  "Hello, Kyle.”

  I do try to smile but I don't think it works. He glances at me with a slight leer and then looks at my bump with a scowl but quickly hides it.

  "You look sexy tonight Maisy," he says admiring my breasts and it makes me want to punch him. Kyle is just as tall as me, which means he is short really. I'm barely five foot seven and he has brown hair that's cut very short but I think that’s due to his receding hairline. He is a little overweight and always wears silly suits that show off that stomach of his. Unfortunately for me he is my mother’s best friend’s son and at twenty-eight he is still single and as far as I know he hasn’t had a long term girlfriend. I can see why because he doesn't have the looks but worse is the fact that he is a complete asshole, which will show the minute we leave the sight of my parents. I don’t know why he bothers to be nice; I don’t think they would care.

  "Thank you." I bite out.

  "Let's go. I hope to see you soon Louise, Donald," he nods slightly at them and grabs my hand to pull me with him. I cough a little at the overwhelming amount of cologne he must have on, that I smell as I walk out next to him. It’s not even a nice smelling one at that.

  The worst part is that his hand is sweaty and feels terrible but I know I can't just rip my hand off him in front of them.

  Kyle unlocks his blue brand new Mercedes and lets himself in. It’s not that I expected him to open my door but I struggle to get in being huge in the stomach area and the car being low down.

  Yep, being pregnant sucks but I have no one to blame but me.

  Kyle doesn't say anything to me on the way to the restaurant. It's a posh Mexican restaurant in town and I hate going into town at the moment, he knows that.

  Well, the thing is, the dad of the baby lives around here and knows I’m pregnant with his child but he made it clear he didn’t want to know. I’ll never forget that text that made that bluntly clear. I also don't want to run into any of his family or my old friends from school, it would be too many questions that I don’t want to answer. We moved back here just over two months ago, so I could be near Kyle. I hated coming back in case I see him, as I'm scared how I will react. My emotions go from wanting to punch his perfect face to begging him to talk to me. That man was everything to me until one night when he ruined us and then when I thought it couldn't get worse, I get a text from him saying that I'm on my own with the baby.

  So yeah being in town is officially a bad idea.

  Kyle gets out the car and so do I. I follow him into the restaurant and he speaks to the waiter before we are shown to our table. The place is packed but it's not surprising considering it's a nice restaurant.

  I take my seat and order water from the waiter as Kyle orders a beer.

  We don't say anything to each other as we order food before he says

  "You’re looking big, how long until this thing is born?" He asks rudely and I hold my fork so tight I'm scared I'm going to break it or worse stab him with it. I let go of the fork to push my long black hair over my shoulder.

  I repeat to myself again and again that I only have to pretend for a little while, until I can sort myself out. The Fucking jackass is my new mental nickname for Kyle Winchester.

  "My son will be here in around four months," I answer.

  "Well, how long until you can have sex with me? I want to be married fairly soon after it is born," he says and I try not to vomit. There is no way in hell I'm sleeping with this jackass, let alone marrying him.

  It’s lucky for me that the waiter interrupts to take our order and not shockingly Kyle orders seafood for me because he likes the stuff. I can't stand the smell let alone eat it but he doesn't care enough to have noticed yet. We have only been on a date every week for two months and I’ve told him every time.

  I feel a man standing next to me and I look up into the brightest green eyes that haunt most of my dreams. My heart drops as I stare at Sebastian King and I feel like I can't breathe as my hands start to shake.

  "Is that baby mine Maisy?" He asks and I look up at him in shock. Seb knows I'm pregnant, so why would he ask such a stupid question.

  Damn it hurts to see him; his dark brown hair is styled to the side and slightly shorter than when I last saw it. Seb is still as tall and muscular as he always was, with a clean-shaved strong jaw line. I take my time to see that he is dressed in dark blue jeans and button up checked black and white shirt. It’s slightly unbuttoned to slightly showing his tattoo peaking though in his chest.

  I loved this man so much before he broke me, and I breathe in his woodsy smell before answering

  “Yes Seb, the baby is yours,” I say slowly, as in not sure what else to say and wondering what game he is playing.

  "Why didn't you fucking tell me Maisy? Weren’t you ever going to?" Seb shouts at me and he looks so mad that I almost believe he didn't know. I remember his message to me and straighten my shoulders before replying.

  "I did tell you, Sebastian. Don't play your bullshit games with me," I glare at him as I speak, pushing myself to my feet and picking up my handbag off the table.

  I waver a little when he looks confused and shakes his head at me, before moving to step forward.

  A short, very beautiful girl with long, wavy almost white blonde hair comes over and places a hand on his shoulder.

  My heart tightens as I realise he has moved on by the loving look he gives her. It’s strange because from what I’ve heard, he has become the village bike and everyone gets a ride. I won’t ever admit it but it still hurts to see anyone touch him.

  "Calm down Seb," She says gently but smiling at me. Seb’s twin, Elliot, moves to the other side of him and says

  "Izzy is right; you need to calm the fuck down." Elliot doesn’t move to stop him but it’s clear he would if had to.

  "You want me to calm down, seriously. She is pregnant with my child and apparently, I knew," he says to the girl who is called Izzy. It’s strange as she looks familiar, I look at her face but I can't say why.

  "We are leaving Maisy," Kyle shouts at me and I flinch, which Seb notices. Seb briefly looks at him before saying to me.

  "Who the fuck is this?" He gestures to Kyle with his hand.

  Before I can answer Kyle stupidly says,

  "I'm the smart one she will be marrying soon. We are leaving." Kyle grabs my arm roughly and pulls me over to him, making me stumble a little. I suddenly see that Sebastian's eldest brother, Harley, is here and he grabs my other arm gently to hold me up. I smile thankfully at him before he let’s go, I always felt safe around Harley, he was like the older brother I never had.

  "Kyle, it’s nice to meet you but if that was so, why is there no engagement ring on her hand?” Harley says with a slightly distasteful look at Kyle as he speaks. He turns, looking down at my face for answers but I look away. Kyle pulls on my arm more and Harley glares at him as he speaks,

  “You shouldn't pull a lady like that."

  I turn to leave because this couldn’t get any worse when I hear Seb.

  "Wait, can I have your number. I didn't know about the baby and I want to be there for you both." Seb says almost desperately from behind me and I turn to look at him. He looks like a mixture of emotions much lik
e what I feel.

  “The hell you didn’t.” I narrow my eyes at him as I speak, and cross my arms. I’m surprised to see the shock on his handsome face and it makes me question things enough to maybe give him a chance.

  “Please, I swear I didn’t.” He pleads while staring at me with those deep greens eyes I always loved the most about him.

  "Sure," I say against my better judgement and go to get my phone out my bag. Kyle rudely pulls my arm until I'm looking at him.

  "No." he states like I meant to do as I’m told. I try to pull away but his grip is too tight and he is going to leave bruises.

  Seb steps in and pushes Kyle off me roughly, and it causes him to fall to the floor.

  "Don't touch her again," he says in a dark voice that should scare me like any sane person but it doesn’t, it just makes me desire him more. I can't still like him right? I think as I watch him move slightly in front of me like my personal hot bodyguard or something. As I look at his back and the impressive muscles straining against his tight shirt which I have a terrible urge to take off. I sigh internally reminding myself that he broke me, I can't forget that.

  "Why? She is just some stupid pregnant whore." Kyle shouts, drawing my gaze to him around Seb’s back, his face is bright red and he looks furious. I flinch when those words cause Seb to lose it and jumps on Kyle. I stare as Seb starts punching the shit out of him and the people start moving away from us. Oh god, this has gone so wrong.

  I feel a hand move me out the way and I look up to see Blake Frost rushing over. The six-foot blonde giant, who always reminded me of a Viking, is Seb’s best friend and I’m surprised I didn’t notice him here. It takes both Elliot and Blake a few attempts to pull Seb off a passed out Kyle while Harley stays close to me. Seb's knuckles are bleeding or its Kyle’s blood, who knows but it’s not nice to see.

  "She is not a whore and never will be.” Seb spits the words out at Kyle, who is passed out on the floor. I hear the staff calling ambulances and the police in the background, as the room has gone very quiet. I look around to see it empty other than the staff, as everyone must have left.