"Who's mine?" he asked, leaving wet kisses up and down my neck. I struggled hard to not say the words that he desperately wanted me to say. "Who's mine?" he asked more sternly. He found my weak spot and began sucking on it lightly. I knew right then and there that I was a goner. "Me. I'm yours," I gave in as I moaned...
**You can currently find the beginning of the rewritten version on my profile here on Wattpad.** What would you do if you lived the life as Clover Thompson: the nerd during the school day and Lucky, the supermodel after school hours. She has been a model since she was 15 years old for all different types of company'...