Playing The Same Game

Playing The Same Game

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"Colton was a player and so was I. We play the same game" (Elizabeth/Lizzy) "She is a player dude, just like me. We play the same game" (Colton) "Love? I think I've had a lot of it and lost way too much" (Lizzy) "Love? A special someone, I don't bloody know!" (Colton) Colton is the newbie but has past of a player. Elizabeth is a player and her past is mysterious. Elizabeth has lost way too much. Colton has nothing to lose. Colton is Hot. Elizabeth is Sexy. What happens when they get to know each other? What happens when their little 'game' of their turns into something else? What happens when they start falling for each other? I don't know, read the story to find out :P
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[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

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