Christian Hawthorne is a player and he has no shame in admitting that either. There hasn't been a woman who wouldn't want him and he doesn't turn them down; he never has, besides a single exception. His best friend's baby sister, Allison. He could never look besides the fact that she was 18 and he was 27. She would al...
"Fúcking hell." He hisses applying pressure to his wound. I think he got the memo because he tells me what I want to hear "I'm apart of the Italian Mafia." I press the pistol harder. "I run the fùcking Mob." "Wow, how cliché." I look down at the watch on my wrist that doesn't exist and then lock eyes with him again. "...
He cornered me against the wall with both of his hands on either side of my head. I could smell his mint breath against my lips. we were so close to each other that a single move from me would result in our lips smashing against each other. "The next time I see you getting cozy with another guy, I'll kill that guy an...
He pinned her to the wall and cupped her face with his hands. Lust and longing were his only companions when he looked at her. She ripped her eyes off his. This annoyed him. He quickly turned her face again to his and leaning closer this time. His breath caressing her skin. "No.." she pleaded "She'll coming looking fo...