Ella-Chow
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- Parts 26
Wesley Nguyen-Wes to his friends -was bad news forged in grease and rebellion.
Confident, cocky in that easy, laid-back way that said he had nothing to prove.
His women were usually his match-tough, bike-riding, gym-hardened, with curves that fit his grip. They kept pace with him, wild and unapologetic, and they fucked like they lived: hard and fearless. But Wes had a secret fetish, an itch that burned beneath the surface: good girls.
A fantasy -because good girls wanted relationships, and Wes didn't do relationships, tears, or complications.
Then Mia Chen walked into his life.
Dark hair, pretty, soft mouth, and big, ridiculous eyes he could drown in if he wasn't careful.
And for her, Wes was about to break all his rules.
Wes is the risk Mia didn't know she wanted to take.
Mia is Wes's fantasy come to life that he won't be able to let go of.
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Her friend Lila kept drinking, the guy Lila was with kept laughing, and the game rolled on. "All in!" Lila shouted, tossing her phone into the pot. "Raise it!" She lost hard to Wes, who pocketed the phone with a grin. Dom groaned, "C'mon, man, cut her a break."
But Wes shook his head, voice flat. "No take-backs. My table, my rules."
Mia stepped up, nervous but resolute. "I'll win it back," she said, voice trembling. Wes raised a brow but said nothing.
In the end, she was shit -her hands shook as she held the cards-but she wanted to try.
Wes's grin sharpened, eyes glinting. "What're you betting?"
She fumbled-cash, a favor, her watch?
He shrugged at each, unimpressed. "Well, what then?" she snapped, frustration cracking her shell.
He leaned forward, voice low, eyes locked on hers. "How about your virginity?"