Nooi in Vegas

Nooi in Vegas

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Karlien's POV I was woken up by a soft snoring. My eyes fluttered open and I found myself looking up at the beautiful stranger I had met last night. I smiled at the cute expression on his sleeping face and snuggled into him a bit more. 'So warm...' Shock filled my body head to toe as I realized the obvious lack of clothing between us. 'Oh Koek. Koek. Koek! We didn't, please no!' I slowly peeked under the covers. 'Fudge! We did.' I looked around only to find that we were in a really fancy, and I mean like really fancy, hotel room on a king sized bed which was really comfy, can't lie. I tried to slip out of the bed but was held in place by two strong arms that were wrapped around my waist, which was one of the reasons I stayed put, the other reason was the throbbing pain in my head. I heard him groan softly and looked up at his face in awe. Then I looked into his now open eyes. I could get lost in those beautiful blue hues of the ocean and-'No Lien snap out of it!' He smirked at me, knowingly, the guts of this guy. Logan's POV I woke up with a hangover, a major hangover. As I looked down I found two beautiful hazel-green eyes looking up at me and cute pink lips with an 'in awe' pout on them. I smirked at the expression and she gave me a unimpressed glare. I looked at her confused. Then smirked again as I realized my arms were wrapped around her waist; so I pulled her closer to me making her squeak in surprise. See how the humorous relationship between a sweet, petit, Afrikaans, South African daddy's girl and a stone cold, hard pressed billionaire CEO; unfolds through misunderstandings and incorrect assumptions. Will their accidental marriage last or fall apart? Read to find out... Highest Rankings - #22 of 92 in Afrikaans (06/09/2018) #67 of 278 in SouthAfrica (03/09/2018) #151 of 580 in Vegas (18/08/2018)
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When Liliana signed up to become a private flight attendant, she believed she had a general idea of what the job entailed. Strictly professional. What she didn't expect was for the mysterious, strict, straightforward Mr. Cavalier to take an interest in her outspoken yet naïve nature. With a stubborn billionaire refusing to take 'No' for an answer, Liliana finds herself on a ride of a lifetime, filled with heated close encounters, daring conversations, not to mention a dash of drama. Will Liliana be able to withstand Mr. Cavalier's lusty and endless pursuit? Or will the outspoken hostess reject the hot billionaire once and for all? __________________________________ He didn't speak. He never spoke. I knew that he was able to speak, but whenever I was around it seemed that I was the only one speaking. He didn't seem to enjoy my presence, but then again that wouldn't be true given that he requested for me to host, on my day off. His eyes were not friendly, his jaw and lips that never smiled told me to always be on guard. I could always feel his eyes on me, and I know its him, or else my heart wouldn't be acting the way it was. ... And yet, here I am, patting down the wrinkles on my skirt, as his car approached the Jet. I was rather angry. It was my day off. I wasn't even on call. I told Jenna that I wouldn't come in today and that he'd have to find someone else. Apparently this man didn't take "No" for an answer. He had his personal body guard arrive at my door, and I wouldn't be too surprised as to how he got my address. The scary man was ready to drag me from my house, I was driven to his private Aircraft and now I had to play hostess. When he stepped out of the car, his eyes looked up to me. Had he smiled or even acknowledged my presence, maybe I would be free to assume that he was happy to see me.

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