Strippers and the Dolan Twins. What more could you ask for?

〝 friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship. © all rights reserved | @camsnewton - cover: camsnewton

"So here's the deal," he glared at me, an evil look in his eye. "From now on, you are going to be my girlfriend, so I can get my revenge." I was taken back at what he just said, "A-and what if I don't?" I manage to speak out. He's kidding right? "Then I'll fire you, and we both know you really need this job." "Sir, are you blackmailing me?" "Yes I am." A smirk appeared on his face, "So, do you agree?" ~ Full description, in the book :)

"So what do you do other than intimidate and seduce the shit out of people?" I ask, my enraged tone caused by the fact that I'm tied into a chair. "I kill people." He smiles. His words serious, his grin sarcastic. "Ohh, sniper? You know, that type shit." I challenge, a glare stuck to my face. "Nope, I prefer a blade for...close up contact." He walks behind me, pulling my hair off to the side, whispering down my neck. "A wire around the neck." He runs his index finger up and down my sensitive neck, chilling me to my core. "You like watching people die?" I ask, my voice low in a husky whisper, just as his. "No, I like seeing them beg." He pulls down on my hair, making tilt my head back. The quick movement making me gasp. He kisses my jaw and down my neck as I squeeze my eyes shut. "Don't be afraid little Kitten. I won't hurt you." THANK YOU FOR GETTING ME TO: • number one under #spies • number four under #dolantwins • number two under #graysondolan

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