One Temptation

Mine (Chapter 61)

BRO YOU GUYS ARE SO FUCKING SWEET.

OMG YOU ARE ALL LITERALLY MY MOTIVATION TO CONTINUE THIS STORY KNOWING THERE ARE PEOPLE READING.

WHEN I STARTED THIS BOOK I NEVER IN MY LIFE WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT I WOULD HAVE ACTUAL READERS. BUT BRO YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST.

I LOVE ALL THE SUPPORT- COMMENTS, VOTES AND WISHING ME THE BEST.

I PROMISE I WILL FINISH THIS STORY NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS AND GIVE YOU ALL THE ENDING YOU DESREVE.

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West's POV:

When we finally reached my house, which honestly wasn't that far, quite literally a two minute drive. I opened the garage from the remote, and parked inside.

Our neighbourhood was safe... I guess, but you never stopped hearing those stories about someones car getting broken into in the middle of broad day light.

And I could not afford to have my car stolen, it was absoulety gorgeous, and my baby. Having her stolen or broken would rip my heart into pieces.

I get out of the car first, and walk over to the other side to open the door for Mads.

I could already see the smirk on her face before I even got there, but I wasn't about to fuck up step one of trying to make her mine.

Opening the door for her was bare minimum, and I planned a lot more then that.

I open the door and step to the side to let her step out, as I predicted, she had a wide smile streched across her full pink lips. The urge to reach out and kiss them again was really starting to hit me now.

"Being a gentleman West?" she smirked, getting out of the car.

I closed the door behind her, expecting another biting comment.

But she had the audacity to slowly walk past me, just as she reached my shoulder, she stops.

Though she was much shorter. She was around 5'5, and I stood at 6'5, literally a foot taller then her, and much bigger thanks to my phsique.

But all that hard work at the gym and training for footie was nothing but crumble when it came to her hot ass attitude.

She stood next to me facing the oppiste way, our shoulders touching. She reached her hand up to run it across my shoulder and back. I took in a sharp breath at her touch.

Such a damn tease.

Her hand lingered for a second more before she pulled away, making me groan internally at the loss of contact.

She walked away, and I knew I was fucked.

Because holy. Fucking. Hell.

I thought I'd seen it all. I knew curves, legs wrapped around my waist, nails dragging down my back. I thought I had really seen it all.

And so I clearly hadn't paid attention to Madison Rose Monroe before.

She wasn't just hot — she was a fucking fantasy. The kind of body that made a man fall to his knees, a literal fucking goddess.

A walking wet dream.

Thick full thighs that I wanted wrapped tightly around my waist — or around my face. She could suffocate me with them and I'd die a very happy man.

An ass that swayed enough with every step, and that waist? Oh god.

I wasn't a religious man, but if there was a time to believe in God it was now.