Open Your Heart

Open Your Heart

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After a small run in with a Hooker who was in the right place at the right time, Henroin has to reevaluate his stances and decisions about others. And more importantly, about himself. Not to mention the strange things he's finding out about said hooker that make him think there's more to this man than just a pretty face. Chardenay has been a hooker for a long time, but that's not what he always was. Now, because of one bad night, and an incident in the rain with an under wraps Overlord, an old life he'd killed off long ago is coming back to haunt him. But which is more tempting: hiding the truth, or this new spark he's feeling with Henroin?
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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