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[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
Cash
I fucked up.
Or rather, I'm fucked up.
How did I, a high ranking member of the French mafia, allow myself to be distracted by this... stripper?
I was supposed to use her for information, that's it. It should have been easy. I pay her money and she tells me about the Russians. Simple.
Except, I fucked it up. I let the one advantage we had over them go because I fucking claimed her. What's even worse is that she hates pretending to be my woman and fights me with every single thing.
Yeah, it's a fucked up situation but now that I've met her and she's mine, I wouldn't change a goddamn thing.
Lux
I fucked up.
I knew the risk of the Russian men finding out about me but I went along with it anyway. Hell, I almost had to. If you were offered $10,000 to ask a man a few question, would you turn it down? You're a goddamn liar if you say no. Or maybe you're smart as hell because now I'm stuck with a mafia man that refuses to leave me alone. I'm now in between a war I never knew existed.
If I had the chance to go back and never meet Cash, would I do it? You damn right I would.
Who am I kidding? Now I'm the goddamn liar.