I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture. *No Toxic Relationship. No ex-crush/lover/fiance/wife. The male lead is the uncle of the child in this book, he's not a manwhore. There are no trust issues. * Impressive Ranking: #8 in love among 2.31M on 09/04/22 ©2021 ankitawrites_Xx CC: @YT_BookAwards_Covers

I stepped forward and asked, "Where do you want me?" It took me a second to realize what I just said. Shit! I placed a hand on my crimson face and muttered, "Get your head out of the gutter! You know what I meant." He laughed, his voice sounded hoarse and deep even when he's laughing. I peeked at him from the gap I made between my fingers. He was close. So close. He grabbed my hand and took me to the bed. Damn! It did sound sexy. His shirt was loose. Too large for me, and it hung on me like a cloth hung on a hanger. He sat on the bed, criss crossed and pulled me to him. ♡♡♡♡♡ Cassandra didn't come to Brinkley mansion to belong. She came to survive the year and leave. Then there's Easton Brinkley. Arrogant. Reckless. Completely off-limits. And from the moment she arrives, he makes one thing clear-she doesn't belong in his world. He has his reasons. And she's not supposed to care. But Cassandra isn't the type to back down. And Easton isn't used to being challenged. What starts as resentment turns into something neither of them planned... and neither of them can afford. Because some people come with complications. And some feelings were never meant to happen ------ ☆ Copyright 2020 @Books_and_nerds (DestinyK.) ADDED TO THE "LOVE, ACTUALLY" READING LIST BY YOUNG ADULT ON WATTPAD! _________ ☆ I DO NOT OWN THE BOOK COVER OR ANY OF THE PICTURES IN THIS BOOK. -THANK YOU ☆ I DID MAKE THE BOOK COVER MYSELF ☆ DO NOT copy my hard work. The rules just became more strict and WATTPAD polices are very clear about it.

Fate is a fickle, miserable thing. One boy trying to run away from its clutches. One girl trying to gather all its broken pieces together. 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗿𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗴𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘆 is one breath away from decking the next person who even so much as mentions her parents' names in front of her. Moving back to her small, conservative hometown (where your business was everybody else's business too) was a mistake--a mistake she'd make again if only that would get her little brother to not hate her anymore. There wasn't anything else there for her anymore. The one constant in her life had run away; her old life was gone. All that she had, 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. Except for her baby brother who refuses to even talk to her. And the secrets of her past that always just stayed. 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄𝘀 is two seconds away from telling his father to fuck himself in the jail cell he's still stuck behind. His father's men are after him, because they never have anything better to do, and Blake's too much of a patient man to admit this but, he's getting tired of running. He's rarely ever given second chances, though--bad guys never get that luxury. And he hadn't meant to steal. Not really. But now that he's battered and bruised, with an address scribbled on the postcard he'd in fact 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯, he follows it to the one person who might still be willing to stop him before he masochistically gives in to his father again. Because who's to say his past won't catch up? It always does. . . . . . Text copyright © Crystal7016 ™ 2024