Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

Check out the His series; His Lust For Her, His Every Need and His One Desire. They're up on my page and better than this cappy book. Warning, they are dark romances and not for the faint hearted. Check them out! Also, HIS GIRL IS NOT APART OF THE HIS SERIES! Thank you. - *DON'T READ, IT'S SHITTY* "You scare me sometimes." I tell him honestly. "I scare you sometimes," He repeats mockingly, making me nod my head and then back away form him as he starts to walk toward me like I'm prey from him. "Yeah, even more now. Will you quit." I hiss at him as my back hits the wall and then he's in front of me. "No," he drawls, placing his hands on either side of the wall close to my head. He leans closer to me and runs the tip of his nose along my collarbone making my breath hitch in my throat, "I like seeing you this way," He whispers. "What way?" I squeak then suppress a small moan when his lips brush my neck and place a hot kiss on my skin. "Scared of me." Suddenly he's gone. I blink form my haze and look at him in confusion as he leans against the wall opposite of mine. "Why?" "Why what?" I swallow, "Why do you like me being scared of you?" I whisper, half curious and half scared of the answer. "Because you should be." - Editing.