★Warning : This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains abusive language as well as sexual scenes. Read at your own discretion.★ Andrew Steers didn't ever in his wildest dreams imagined that he would get stuck in a snow storm in the Alps. The other thing that he never ever imagined was to find a companion there, a female one at that. Somehow, it turned out to be the best night of his life. ★†★†★†★†★†★†★ "Are you cold?" He asked, his eyes scanning her shivering form. "What do you think? I'm fucking freezing." She sneezed just after that. "If I give you my overcoat, I would die in cold and if I don't, then you would die. I don't know what to do." "I didn't even ask for your help." She snapped. "Maybe we could share..." I trailed off, getting up shifting close to her. She looked at me cautiously as I draped my arm over hers, pulling the overcoat tight, binding our bodies together. This was the worst time to feel turned on but I would be lying if I said that I wasn't horny. ★†★†★†★†★†★†★

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"

Veronica - 17, model pupil, good faith, and naive. A goodgirl. Maxim - 18, go-getter, smoker, tattooed and cold-hearted. A badboy. Two complete different personalities but they have more in common than they think. Who needs who more? And is Maxim really as cold-hearted as he acts? What is really behind his hard shell? A goodgirl, a badboy, hard strokes of fate, everyday problems and emotional outbursts.