Okay. So. It's starting, officially. Finally Forever His (Book 2) and I've never been more exited.
Please don't gun me down or stop reading all together if updates aren't weekly...I want to be thorough about this story.
So...
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Raising a baby is tough, but raising a baby without the father? Even tougher. Jasmine has a baby. Who's the father?
Do I need to answer that question?
Will he be pissed? Will they get together? Will they split? Who's got custody?
And the biggest question of all: Has the player finally put away his games?
Follow Jasmine Josefina Galvin and Liam Alessandro Forte on their road to new beginnings.
This won't be easy, seeing there could be a stir of new animosity between them; for there is a thin line between love and hate.
And they each have two completely different, but extremely demanding careers. Bummer.
There could definitely be some hindrance *cough* their parents' wedding *cough* along the road. But hey, it's Jasmine and Liam...what could go wrong?
California, Los Angeles, California. Jasmine is just now leaving work, heading to the expensive little daycare in the heart of the city.
Walking to her car, she checks her phone one last time, making sure the location is right for what she has planned for the upcoming week.
With a small sigh of relief, she closes the car door and starts up her Audi, pulling away, only to be stopped by traffic.
"Fuck!" She curses, hitting the steering wheel and beeping the horn out of anger. After she moved to The Golden State, she indeed proceeded to take anger management classes.
Her first day in therapy as a freshman college student didn't turn out the best. One provoking comment from the consultant, and she lunged.
Needless to say her anger did worsen over the summer, being away from her family and friends, but that's another story on its own.
All that matters is that she has her little bundle of joy, waiting for her arrival at the daycare.
Florida, Daytona, Florida. Liam Forte poses for one last shot, looking ravishing as ever. He gives a brief nod to the photographer before walking off into the dressing room.
Pulling on his dress shirt and jeans, he leaves the buttons open, exposing his eight pack—which surely won't be deteriorating any time soon—and his chiseled chest.
Combing through his hair with his fingers and winking at his reflection in the mirror, he grabs his phone and walks out of the room.
He sends seductive winks to the female workers, young and old, and makes his way over to the pretty, platinum blonde lady in the back.
And kisses her passionately on the lips.
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First three chapters are out now.
If you're still reading, I fucking love you.
YOU ARE READING
The Player in Him
Teen Fiction"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in o...
