Don't love me

"You know, Sophie," he began, his voice low and hesitant, "whenever I see a girl cry, I usually walk away. I can't handle it. But when I see you cry..." His words faltered, and he glanced down, gathering the courage to continue. After a steadying breath, he lifted his gaze back to mine. "When I see you cry, all I want...

Not my type

This story is going to be slowly updated as I am busy with my other book 'Don't love me'. But I won't take too much time, just a weekly update or so for this book. ******* "Everything has a price, what's your's?", he asked arrogantly as he took out a cheque book and a Mont Blanc pen out of his perfectly tailored expe...