Hot Mess

Hot Mess

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With debt collectors on my back and a pizza habit I can no longer support, I need cash. And I need it fast. I'm not giving up my pizza habit just because I can't touch my trust fund yet and the bank want to take my house. Me and pizza? We're soulmates. I'd rather live in a tent than cancel my twice weekly pizza delivery. So there's only one logical solution. Rent out the mansion my parents left me when they died. Of course it has to be Tate Montgomery that moves in-the super sexy celebrity with three million, five hundred and twenty-six thousand followers on Instagram. The only model that warrants post notifications switched. And of course I have to be the paint-covered walking disaster who falls for said famous tenant. The problem? Tate and I, we're not compatible...at all. He's arrogant. I'm stubborn. It's a train wreck waiting to happen. Yet, I end up kissing him anyway. Told you I was a mess.
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We were a team. A confidence team, gaining your trust and ripping you off for every penny we could squeeze out of you. Stealing millions between pickpocketing, elaborate schemes against the rich, and knocking off banks; we made it big. We were good, really good at what we did. This time we were too greedy. We couldn't pass up a 4 million dollar art con. Each couple would have walked away with 2 million dollars and we could have settled down and finally started the family we had talked about for years. But he disappeared......in the middle of the night, abandoning me. Until he returned with a bullet hole in his arm and desperation in his eyes. Begging me to help him one last time, but could I ever forgive him? Could I ever look past his betrayal of leaving me in Tennessee to fend for myself and fight off the cops myself? ●●●●●●●●●●●●●● "What were the first words you ever spoke to me?" He asked softly, his thumbs wiping away the wetness from my cheeks. "No." I choked out. "Don't! I don't want to say it." "You said...Hi, my name is Alexis and I just moved into my grandparent's house across the street. Can I play with you? And I knew the moment I laid eyes on you...." "You were 10 years old, you didn't know shit." I croaked. "I may have been 10, but I knew a beautiful girl when I saw one. And you blew the rest of the world out of the water. I may have saved you by leaving you in Tennessee, but at least you still had your grandparents. I had no one if I didn't have you."

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