Precious Cargo: Taken

Precious Cargo: Taken

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Trigger Warning: ***This book is a standalone Dark romance. It is not your typical love story. It contains an unconventional kind of love. This book contains scenes that may be triggering for some readers. This story should be read by those who are aware that they have been warned. And are 18+ or older.*** He sat forward looking through the camera lens, watching her. She sat on her balcony reading her book, Child Development: Adolescent Years, taking notes. It was her study time. Every Wednesday, she came home from working at the café and talked to her friend Jackie while eating a snack. Finally she studied and studied for a few hours, showered and went to bed. The building she lived in was rundown and three stories high. She lived on the second floor and her balcony faced the street, making it easy for him to watch her from the building across the street. He'd been watching her for months. Observing. Waiting. Waiting for the right time to make his move. And tomorrow tonight would be that perfect time. His perfect chance.
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🥇N°1 Wattpad #Forbidden Romance - "Slept well? wyd?" 7:23 AM. Like every morning for three weeks, my fingers tremble as I type these words. He never responds immediately. But I know he reads them. Always. Today is different. Today, we're meeting. I should be at school. Instead, I'm walking toward a deserted parking lot where a metallic gray Porsche is waiting for me. Where HE is waiting for me. His hands on the steering wheel. Those same hands I imagine everywhere on me at night... I don't even know his real name. But my body would recognize him among thousands. The car door opens slightly. An invitation. A trap. And me? I approach anyway. Because certain obsessions are stronger than reason.

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