N. U. D. E {Reconstruction}

N.U.D.E ® It's just an abbreviation.

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"Why! Why are you so bent on ruining my life!?"

She stares at me blankly, like I just spoke a different language. She moves closer, making me aware of her every curve.

"Can I kiss you_"

For what? Does she_

BAM that was her lips slamming onto mine and that's when I realized, I'm SO FUCKED.

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Slam a materialistic 21-year-old reporter and a troubled young addict billionaire, the results, PAIN, ANGER, DEPRESSION, and lots of SEXUAL TENSION.

He had survived the foremath of his past now he has to live with the aftermath, leaving him at his best nor his worst.

He had no room for love, his heart was filled with dark secrets, secrets that could break the fragile human mind, secrets that could instantly end him, but what happens when the beautiful reporter comes knocking at his door, breaking the wall he had built, and unintentionally messing with his head and heart.

She was defying the law of his heart, defying everything he had worked so hard for, she was defying his sanity.

Would he let her, break and heal him or would he give in to his past demons, which could destroy him any moment?

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I wanted to smack her so badly, she thinks she's so bad with that little smirk on her face, teasing me.

I grin inwardly.

She doesn't know what she's in for.

She attempts to walk past me, out the dark closet we managed to toss ourselves in, but I pull her back, slamming her hard onto the wall.

She looked shocked and terrified, very terrified, and I liked it. This should teach her a lesson.

"Duncan_" she calls softly, I shut her up by smacking her ass, she yelps harshly but that didn't hide her low moan.

I use my hand to squeeze her face together, making her look like a fish, a fucking hot one.

"You're so fucking gonna get it," I whisper before violently slamming my lips on hers.

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3rd place winner (Chick lit) _ TheOasisAwards.
A Winner_ WattOrginals2020Awards.