(Sequel to Possessive At First Sight) Highest Romance Rating: #70 Alexander James Demakis. One thing for sure, he's a drop-dead gorgeous hunk with a stare that could make you cum right away. At a young age, he earned a spot in Forbes as one of the world most influential person. He turns silver into gold. And, as far as women go, they just exist as a mere sexual plaything. Meet his match, Clara Bell Valiente. A strong-willed royal, calm but a very blunt model. And she hated Alexander with a passion. A stolen kiss both made them realized that hate has a deeper meaning, but friendship comes first before love, that's Clara Bell's principle, except for Alex. He doesn't believe in Best Friend Forever especially when he knew Clara's so called bestfriend more than anyone. He's going all the way breaking that friend zone just to get another kiss from the woman who made him realized that kisses can be addicting, and he's addicted to her, like a heroine. And nothing can stop a drug addict, not even her bestfriend which happens to be his ex.

He's mythologically hot, a little bit wicked, almost 100% immortal. And he'll hit you right in the heart . . . --- Lila Black doesn't believe in matchmaking, let alone soul mates. So why is she constantly being hassled by the Cupids Matchmaking Service? But this gilded, cherub-bedecked dating agency isn't exactly what it seems . . . and it's about to turn Lila's entire world upside down. It turns out that Cupids Matchmaking is the real deal. As in, it's run by actual cupids―who don't look at all like they do in the paintings―and they have a serious problem with Lila's "match." Because this guy shouldn't be in the system. He shouldn't have a match. And while he's irresistibly hot, he's also incredibly dangerous. Because Lila's true love match is Cupid. The original bad boy of love. And he wants her. Now Lila's once-normal teenaged world has exploded into a mythological nightmare overrun by crime-lord sirens, wrathful cupid hit men, magic arrows that cause no end of trouble, and a mischievous, not-so-angelic love god she can't seem to stop herself from falling for . . .