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26 year old, Connor Deluca, is a professional Hockey player in the NHL; who just moved into the expensive Citrus Grove Community.
23 year old, Serena Jade, is the recluse famous author known to the public only under her pen name Skylyn Voss, and...
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______________ It seemed unearthly to wake up this early for some stupid meeting, Connor thought as his alarm buzzed at him.
But not going meant that Serena would get some kind of satisfaction because he didn't show up, and Connor could not allow that either.
So he begrudgingly pulled the covers off his warm skin, only wearing his green and blue plaid boxers.
His eyes stayed mostly closed when a deep groan sounded in his throat. He sat up in bed, placing his feet on the cool floor, and yet again questioning why the fuck he was going to these dumb meetings.
"I swear old rich people have way too much god damn time on their hands." He mumbled and rubbed a hand down to his waistband.
He walked down into his kitchen and peered out his window as movement caught his eyes.
Serena was already up, around, and walking to her car. His eyebrows knitted together and a scowl plastered its way onto his sharp features, "she's not human."
He wasn't really sure why he agreed to fix up that greenhouse with Serena, probably because he had an annoyingly strong urge to fuck the shit out of her.
She did have an amazing body, even though she usually hid it under clothes a size or two big for her or just flat out mom clothes.
He wanted to watch the tight coils in her eyes unwind with lust, watch her go mad for him, on her knees begging for his dick to fill every inch of her.
He gripped the counter hard, there was just something about making an uptight square like, Serena, slip into an erotic frenzy and submit to him that made him go crazy.
And Connor knew he could do it.
He pushed away from his counter and grabbed a shaker bottle. Since he would be heading to the rink and gym right after the meeting he needed to be ready.
Connor made some pre-workout, dumping the green powder into the water and shaking it violently.
He then put on some grey sweatpants and a white wife beater, stuffing his dry-fit shorts into his gym bag along with a change of clean clothes.
He grabbed all his stuff and left his house, his keys jingling in his hands as he set out for the club house.
Once he arrived he revved his sleek black sports car, letting the obnoxious roar of the engine fill the quiet morning air before he pulled the key out.
He walked into the club house to see a less than pleased Frank, "Connor, what a surprise, definitely didn't realize you pulled into the parking lot because you're car is so quiet."
He smirked and nodded in his direction before turning his gaze to Serena's own annoyed glances where she sat in the back.
"Anyways back to the introduction." Frank continued.
