Gwen Carter, the top of the food chain. A billionaire who owns the world. No one knows, who she is or where she comes from. All they know is if you mess with her, you will go straight down to hell. Christopher Smith, comes from a family of billionaires. Does not believe in eternal love. Just knows there is one life and you should make the best of it. But remember one thing he always gets what he wants. He is stubborn. She is even more stubborn. He is playful and happy. She is cold and quiet. She is fire. He is ice. So when they collide, will there be sparks Or an explosion?

" Fucking hell Storm, I swear to God!" he seethed, before Andrei could finish his threatening sentence I interuppted loudly. "I'm sorry God can't answer your call at the moment, please try again later. Leave your message after the beep. BEEP BEEP GORILLA TOES!" I don't know what took over me, I honestly don't. Asking for death? Yes Feeling invincible? Yes Hotel? TRIVAGO!! Andrei Jabal, a 25 year old unemotional man with severe anger issues who runs the Russian Mafia in the UK. His next job is to rob the Louvre but he needs her. Storm Campbell, a 23 year old sassy street wise woman. Her only job is to pay of her colossal debt and protect her father. Her skill set is what he needs but her attitude is what reels him in, not even his father has the audacity to speak to him in the way she does. She's fire, his goal is to put her out. CURRENTLY EDITING, something's may be a lil weird. 1 in comedy 22/04/2021 (Hey my pen name used to be Saia Knox, it's now Havva the Author)

enemies. "Did I not warn you about staying away from me today?" he says as he looks at my eyes. Deeply. My brain stops for a second. His hand is closed around my neck, his face is dangerously close to mine. And I'm breathing heavily. He sees whatever's wrong with me, and stays still for a second, a small smirk forming in his lips. Then, his eyes find my lips. What the hell is happening? My heartbeat fastens as I hold my breath. And his eyes find mine, again. He slowly leans in. His mouth traces my jawline and face. It doesn't touch me, but he's too close I feel his breath. I don't even realize that his hand has released my throat, and I could freely go if I wanted to. But I'm feeling way too many things at the same time. Why aren't you running, Jess? I then feel his lips on my jawline for a second; and I find my hands tugging into his hair, as I breathe a bit too heavily. He then lifts up his face, lips next to my ear. "So. Fucking. Easy." he mutters. © All the characters and the story is owned by me! Thank you.