If we had to live in Westeros, or in a world where dreams can be hacked, or where Thanos could snap his fingers anytime, or where the Devil Fruits existed for real, where Ozai was real, where the bar slips real low to imagine the existence of Edward Cullen or lower to his fanfic-boy Christian Grey—well, James has filled plenty of emergency rooms with that one. Or so I heard.
Shit can become scary if fiction becomes reality.
Not the ones where they have hot CEOs who are the exact opposite of (not our) Wattpad-boy Hardin Scott in every way possible.
Tall? Check.
Hot? Check.
Broad? Check.
Sexy? Check.
Non-toxic? Simp.
Age-gap? Hold on a sec.
As I write this novel, I hope to make it as clear to my audience as it is to me that an age-gap as the one shown in this book might sound thrilling within the confines of fiction—
(Since you're already reading this and maybe we're all sick together, but you know it sounds hot as long as it is not a 56-year-old man fucking a 9-year-old child. Fucking is not the fucking word for it anyway.)
—but outside fiction? That age-gap will have implications.
The same goes for the taboo concept of dad's best friend or best friend's dad.
This book is purely fantasy.
Read. Imagine. Enjoy.
Don't apply.
I hope you like the book. Thank you for giving it a chance. <3
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Mr. Vincenzo | 18+
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