I am use to as being introduce as the “smart one”, or being referred as “wait you are the triplet because you don’t look like your siblings. This is actually translated in the English Dictionary as you aren't the athletic or the social one. Wait you can’t be their siblings because you are pretty...wait for it...ugly. Really I was used to being ignored and staying in the shadows of my siblings until when one person introduced me as the “unique, one of kind, triplet.” It wasn’t supposed to be love. It wasn’t supposed to turn into anything. It was just supposed to be my hormones jumping all over the place, but I realized that it’s not hormones. It’s love. This isn’t a cliché bad boy and geeky girl. This is about two black sheep’s or social outcasts if you prefer the more technical term having each other’s backs.

This is just a fanfic about William Sherlock Scott Holmes and John Haymish Watson. No, it's not dirty but it may be bad. XD

**This Book Contains Mature Content** Raylan Addis wasn't ready for the curves life seemed to be throwing at her. With her 18 year old sister -Blake- suffering from leukemia and her funds running fatally low, the 27 year old wasn't sure what to do. That is until her ex-mobster turned CEO of a boss, Luka Markoff, makes her an offer to good...and sinful, to be true. HER curves for HIS money. Luka had spent the last 3 years fighting his lust and adoration for his voluptuous assistant. When an opportunity -too good to pass up- comes along, he seizes his chance to finally take her as his and possibly show her that even with his past, he can still offer her (and her sister) a future. © 2014 R.K. Anne. All rights reserved