Cherish Blossom, also known as Cherry, isn't the type of girl to play around. When she is falsely accused of her parents murder she fights back hard and with a vengeance.
Along her journey for her to prove her innocence she meets the six men who w...
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My time is running out. The clock keeps ticking away. Minutes are passing by me faster than I can even count them.
I left the mansion to drive over to Stella's house on a clear and determined mission.
Either we work our shit out today or I will just have to move on. Not necessarily to Cherry, but move on the nonetheless.
I'm just so fed up and oh, so tired of all of it.
After her childish show at the mansion I tossed and turned all damn night long with worry and concern clouding my mind.
And then I met Cherry the very next damn day. To say I was shocked by her being my mate was a complete understatement but to also learn that not only was I her mate but others were here mates as well, was a damn explosive revelation to me.
That also kept racing around in my mind all night long.
Pulling up to Stella's house I cut the engine and just sat there in my truck just staring up at the three story dwelling with indecision coursing through me.
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Should I? Could I? Won't I? Do I? And everything in between kept flashing persistently in my cluttered brain.
With a deep longing breath I slid right out of my truck trotting up to her house I pounded my fist on her sleek wooden door feeling more than anxious.
"Have you made up your damn mind?" Was the first words of greeting that jumped right out of her mouth as soon as she opens the damn door.
I often have to question myself over and over again about whatever did I see in this woman in the first damn place?
I do love her but sometimes she can manage to push my damn buttons better than my own damn brothers can and that's saying something.
"We need to talk." I loosely comment as I stroll through her door casually edging my way past her to get to her living room.
