He gave me adrenaline, passion and thrill. I just didn't know at what cost...
When small town girl Mia Thorpe moves to London to begin a new life, the last thing she expects is to fall head over heels for the charming yet mysterious Grayson Cooper...
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Awoken by a high pitched, piercing noise attacking my head, I can't do anything but groan. My hand flies to my sweat covered forehead, the other to my ear. My muscles ache, my stomach churning with nausea.
Even attempting to open my eyes, the spinning alone makes me want to throw up, so I close them again, grateful that my duvet is fully over me and shielding me from the light that seeps through the goddamn huge window of my bedroom.
Wait. I don't have a huge bedroom window. I have a tiny bedroom window.
Shit. What the fuck?
I swallow, my heart hammering. Pulling the duvet slowly down from over my eyes, I'm met with the sight of a ginormous apartment. The kind that's filled with all sorts of expensive attire.
No, no no. This is not happening.
I'm dreaming. I have to be. I was so drunk last night that I'm dreaming right now.
Accepting this assumption, I pull the duvet back over my head, turning and burying my head into the too-soft, plump, feathered pillow.
"Morning."
My thoughts are halted, my breath shaking from under the duvet at the sound of that husky, perfect voice that filters through the fabric. I stare at the darkness in front of me, my brain whirring as it catches up—struggling given the amount of alcohol it has to contend with.
This can't be happening.
"You gonna stay under there all all day?" The male voice murmurs, his words branded with amusement.
Gradually, I lift the cover back from over my head, squinting as my eyes adjust to the brightness.
What the hell is this place? Did I just wake up in some ulterior dimension? Throwing a quick look about the space, it's clear that even the bed alone is worth more than my annual salary.
Holy crap.
I suck in a breath, stunned at the large, wall-to-ceiling windows filling the whole left of the apartment, granting me a view of the Thames and Tower Bridge that you'd only usually see on a poster. In the enormous, open space in front of me, I'm speechless at what looks like an expensive three-piece suite, a glass coffee table and what I would guess is at least a sixty inch flatscreen TV mounted on the wall. To the right, my eyes meet the sizeable, modern kitchen complete with marble surfaces and glossy, white cupboard doors. Next to it, a large glass table accompanied with leather chairs stands proudly, central of the white-painted apartment.
"Hello? Earth to Mia?"
I gasp, shifting my head back to my left, and my lips fall apart.
