|Completed | A crossover w/ @_ntsha (go to her profile for her version!) Four strangers from diverse walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together-all of them on their own self-discovering journeys and onboard for different reasons. ~~ Cassie Steele had no hope for the future, and the future had no hope for her. Or so she believes. Mentally and physically abused by her father and unnoticed by her mother, Cassie prays for a life of her own. But forgetting the demons of her past wasn't as easy as she thought. That was put to the test when she met Brooklyn Brankovich, heiress, and ballet prodigy, Gael Fletcher, and Noah Anderson, who have been life-long best friends, are intimidating players always looking for a good time. In their true nature, they seek companionship in the girls they meet onboard - even if only for seven days. Drama arises when the girls witness a crime the boys take part in. Because it's their job, the boys have to report back to their boss, Zane Ali. Desperate for a fresh start, the girls from the South head out West after answering an online job ad. As if by chance or dumb luck, the girls end up moving to the same apartment building in California. They quickly learn they are not the only ones there when they come face-to-face with Noah and Gael from the cruise. More suspicion is raised when the four also have to work together at the infamous millionaire Zane Ali's underground strip club: The Playroom. But how are these run-ins possible, or is it destiny? WHO killed the notorious millionaire Zane Ali? Call it an accident, or call it fate. . .

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP