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Love is a waiting game

Love is a waiting game

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Katya Miller is an abused girl and she is seventeen, she's pretty but she's not the innocent girl she once was... After losing her mother In a strange disappearance, her whole life took a turn for the worst when the devil took matters into his own hands. What happens when Joe Collins finds himself tangled up in her life, and has no choice but to help her troubled soul? He does everything he can to make her happy but will he find out her deepest darkest secret, or will she tell him? It's only a matter of time before these two fall for each other, Katya plays hard to get but luckily Joe loves a challenge. "What are you so afraid of?" He said with his sexy not to mention husky voice. At first he hesitated, but then he put his thumb on my cheek and rubbed and then he looked at me with a confusing look it's like he was trying to study me. "I'm afraid of nothing." I whispered looking down at my feet, little did he know I was lying I was definitely wrapped up in my own lies. I looked at him with my flirty eyes, and i smirked. Both of his hands were placed at ether side of my face, my back was leaning against the wall and his huge, muscular body shielded me. "You love to play games, well one day Miller I will claim your lips" "Game on."
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