Status: completed. His back was towards me, hunched over in defeat, I didn't want to bother him but I've been worrying all day and I needed to know if he was okay. I took hesitant steps towards him, the hardwood ramp creaked beneath my feet and I winced at each sound that emitted from it. But it didn't matter to me at the moment, because as soon as I lowered myself next to his cold and stiff body, his arms wrapped around my waist, his face buried in the crook of my neck. . . and he cried. Optimistic, goal oriented and passion driven Arabella Smith moves to college at the age of nineteen with a checklist of goals, hopeful that by the end of her school year she would have accomplished everything she had set her heart on. But finding love was one of those things that never made its way onto Arabella's list. After willingly giving away the one thing that meant the most to her in her life to a guy; her virginity, Arabella expected her love life to pan out like a romantic movie. But that was opposite of what happened after that impulsive night. Followed by a string of rumors and heartache Arabella swore to herself that she would never love someone again and instead allowed rumors to dictate the next two years of her life. However, that is until she stumbles into the lounge of her dream college and collides with him; Tyler Hart, the boy who took her prized possession, broke her heart and never looked back once. Tyler Hart was your typical high school sweetheart. Quarterback of school's football team, charming boy next door and to top it all off; incredibly good looking. Anyone would fall for him or at least the person he portrayed on the outside. What happens when Arabella finds out the real reason Tyler left and never came back? Will she forgive him for scarring her heart or will she fall for the forbidden fruit all over again? All rights reserved©️ Copyright 2019

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."