Mafijny potwór
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Last published Fri, Jul 26, 2019
"Przeciwieństwa się przyciągają"- tak się mówi, ale czy w ICH przypadku będzie tak samo?
Mallorie to 20 letnia kobieta uciekająca ze swojego miasta. Dlaczego? Tego nie wie nikt. Szukając pracy, trafia do klubu, którego szefem jest ON.
Ethan to 25letni postrach całego miasta i nie tylko. Dziewczęta mają mokro w majtkach na jego widok, a mężczyźni wolą schodzić mu z drogi. Jest pewny, że każda mu się odda, ale myli się. Mallorie taka nie jest.
Czy Mallorie i Ethana coś połączy?
Co ukrywa dziewczyna?
Jakie życie ma Ethan?
*Zabrania się kopiowania*
*Promowania swoich kont*
*Pomysł własny*
*Treść wymyślona*
*Przepraszam za błędy*
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