*FREE STORY* with exclusive chapters STORY LEAVING WATTPAD ON THE 2ND OF JANUARY 2025 Mason Langley has just opened up The Amethyst Casino hotel with his best friend Gunner Scott. The two met 2 years ago in a sex club, where Mason was looking for his next hookup, and Gunner was crazily searching for a long-term relationship. The two couldn't be any more opposite of each other. But as they bonded over their past criminal activities, they became the best of friends and set up their 'legit' business to cover up their illegal business. Delilah has just quit her office job finally having enough of living a boring life and now finds herself on a tragic date in The Amethyst. Just when she thought her night couldn't get any worse, it does the minute she makes eye contact with Mason and Gunner. Two men on a mission to drag her down into their dark world. The problem is, that Delilah is stronger than they think, and she doesn't back down from a fight too easily. Mason vows to never fall in love. Gunner craves it like there is no tomorrow. And Delilah doesn't know what she wants. So what is it that these three really need? *** "I'll ruin your life." Mason rasps, reaching forward to tuck a curl behind my ear, a smug look on his face that I want to get rid of. "We'll ruin you, sweetheart." "Mason, shut the fuck up," Gunner says with gritted teeth. "You sure about that?" A harsh frown etches onto Mason's face at my question, and his hand drops from my face like I've just scorched him. "What do you mean?" I smile. "I'll ruin you." I look at Gunner standing tall behind him. "Both of you."

New kids. I hate em. I also hate Tia for making this guy think that we are friends, I never planned on making new friends. Especially with him of all people. "Are you alright?" He asks, concern filling his voice. "I have to get to class." I mutter, taking a deep breath as he steps back reluctantly. It's like there's no such thing as personal space wherever he's from. I open my locker to grab my books. "Okay, well...I will walk you." He offers politely. I roll my eyes, finally turning to look at him. His left hand is behind his back. I narrow my eyes. "Hello." He waves a little, his cheeks a little red. My eye twitches. I hate how adorable this guy is. Why does he have to be so shy and cute? Why do I always feel like pinching his cheeks every time he opens his mouth? He sounds like a little English man, talking formally. Who is this guy and where the hell did he come from? Why can't he be a jerk like every other guy around? "You don't have to walk me to cla..." I trail off as he hesitantly raises his hand and gently brushes aside a piece of my hair. "Ah, that is better. You should refrain from trying to hide your eyes from people, they are very beautiful." Being caught off guard is something I'm not used to experiencing. I freeze as he leans in, his amazing smell going straight up my nose and to my brain. On man, he smells like a grown man. My eyes widen after hearing what he says next. "Quinoa, vous êtes trés têtu. Mais je un peu comme vous, vous êtes très différent." He whispers softly in my ear, his voice sending vibrations through my body. Oh my God. French. No way. This guys is literally from the best place on Earth and I'm just now finding out? I think I'll just go in the corner and quietly die now, thank you.