The Setup

Prologue

DISCLAIMER:

This story is not based off any true events. The characters are purely made out of my imagination and I had a fantastic time writing about them.

Harry is who I depicted him to be in the story, just like all the other characters.

No plagiarism please. It isn't respectful.  I worked hard on this book and I expect that everyone will respect that wish of mine.

If you're having a hard time picturing the dresses the characters are wearing or what they're doing, I usually put a picture of it at the end. Feel free not to look and picture it yourself! You are more than welcome to do it that way.

Please note that there will be sexual content in this book; if you are not comfortable with reading such things, don't read at all (or just simply skip over those parts). 

If you are a person who likes books that move fast, are not complicated, and have no other plots going on besides the love story, I highly recommend you not read the book.

It WILL contain other dilemmas besides the love story.

Lastly, please enjoy the book with your whole being. I wrote it to escape my world - I hope you can escape yours as well.

Updates will roughly be once a week on Sunday's due to my schedule. It's really hard to balance school and keep all the readers satisfied. It will be fast at first but slower towards the end.

Happy reading.
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I tilt my head to the side to see his perfectly defined jawline clenched ever so slightly. My eyes trail to his plump lips, then to his eyelashes that hit his tan skin every couple of seconds. "You're staring," Harry mumbles. I usually would tear my eyes away but I don't.

"I am," I reply. He turns his head to look at me, his green eyes holding an emotion I cannot decipher. Out of the blue, Harry grabs my face in his rough hands. My eyes close at the touch but I force myself to keep them open. His eyes stare at my lips, making me secretly pray he will press them to mine.

This is the moment where I knew, I could not keep this job strictly business. The way my skin fires up when he touches me, when my insides melt when I look at him, or the frenzy I got into at the mention of his name. My feelings were appearing here, and I knew they were. No, they weren't deep. I was so very attracted to him, and all I really wanted was for him to touch me.

"This is going to be the only time that I kiss you with emotion, got it?" he says roughly, meeting my eyes.

"I can't get hurt again," he whispers as he presses his lips to mine.