Oh, man. Here we go. This is Filthy rewritten. Lucille is way smarter... it's not as rushed.... uhhh...and Naomi hardly uses 'cooed' or 'coos'. Treat this book as an alternate universe. Slow updates because I'm a uni student with hardly any time now. Yes, it is still very explicit. Yes, it is toxic. Yes, Lucille uses her inner Granger. No, I cannot tell you who she ends up with in this book for I have no idea, either. (Or do I?). OH, and I introduce you to a new character, Silas Laurent Berkshire. WHO IS HEEEEE?

THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! FULL CREDITS GO TO ROMANSHOME ON WATTPAD (she has now deleted her account) "Mr. Malfoy-" "Call me Draco. Please-say it." His tone was still even, unwavering. Piercing blue eyes bored down at her as he casually sipped on his black-cherry colored wine, a certain glint flickering into his hues as he slowly licked his lips. "Go on. Say it." With a thick swallow, she caved in. "Draco." The sound of her sweet, airy voice uttering his name was far more of a gift than the heavens raining down onto him. Setting the wine cup down stiffly, he realized the way she spoke his name was far more promising to get him drunk than the alcohol. After all, she was his drug. The only problem was that he was her boyfriend's father... [ Contains Mature Scenes, Sexual Content, Foul Language, Toxic Behavior, Cheating]