The Billionaire's Second Endeavour ( SAMPLE ) ✓

The Billionaire's Second Endeavour ( SAMPLE ) ✓

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⭐ Wattpad Featured Story ⭐ [THE NEW YORK BACHELORS CLUB, #1] Formerly known as HEALING MR. BROWN 𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐂𝐄 My celibacy had nothing to do with god. In fact, I couldn't care less about sleeping around. The problem was I was afraid of touches. Yeah, that's right. Intimacy didn't bother me as long as it was more on the emotional level. That changed when I met Vincent Brown. He was the epitome of trouble wrapped in a dark-haired, six-foot, brawny body. Yet his touch didn't unnerve me. Worse, I loved the way it felt. Our relationship started off as strangers in a one-night-stand and then on a tour around Paris before going back to our different paths. After five years of avoiding him, who would've thought we would cross paths at a wedding, of all places? Now that he knows who I am, he's determined to make me stay. He's too hard to deny when he looks at me like I'm the only meal he wants to have and touches me as if I consume every being in his body. Only he doesn't know the burden I carry. And the reason I feared being touched. 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 She was the perfect balance of fun, humour and strength with a beautiful soul and the most delicious scent I've smelled. When she proposed the idea of remaining strangers, I couldn't have cared less, but that was before I knew her. Five years since and she's still on my mind. When I find her again, it's like she's not the same person anymore. I'm torn between wanting to pull her close and letting her go to protect her from the demons I can't control. Being a selfish arse, you can probably guess which option I would choose. In my quest to know more about her, I come across things I least expect. They say secrets can crumble even the strongest castles, but it's okay to lie to protect the ones you love, though, right? Except I doubt she believes the same. If she learns of the things I've been hiding for the past five years, she wouldn't see me the same way. Plus, I know her brother's death
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Every girl has 'that' crush. You know what I'm talking about. The one boy who's the first thought on your mind when you wake up, and the last thought before you go to sleep. The one you carefully select your clothes for, don your best makeup, and style your hair perfectly for. I had 'that' crush. Brock was hot; he was sexy and alpha, with dark smoldering eyes and tattoos that littered his rock-hard body. My poor seventeen-year-old heart had no clue how to handle it, because my badass crush wasn't a boy. He was a man; a nightclub owning married man, who also happened to be my best friend's stepdad. I wasn't the only one who was crushing on Emma's stepdad. He knew it too, but the best part about Brock was that he looked like a badass, he acted like a badass, but he treated every single teenage girl in his home with the utmost respect. He had plenty of admirers, but Emma hated anyone who flaunted their shit in front of him. He'd taken her dad's place. He'd moved in not two months after she'd lost him and had tried to 'parent' her. We hated him together; but secretly I adored him. I spent almost three years in a hoodie, scowling at the hottest man in L.A. The day he left Emma's mom was the happiest and saddest day of my life. If you're going to lose your crush, though, ripping it off like a band-aid is the best way to do it. One day he was there and the next he was gone. And now, seven years later, I'm about to walk into his nightclub and audition for him. He's not the man I remember. He's sexier, more intense, and has connections that are not exactly as wholesome as I assumed. But that only makes me want him more....

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