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"Be the third lady of Braylon's household"
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He strode purposefully towards me, a smirk playing on his lips like the mischievous gremlin he was. As I instinctively took a step back, my confidence melted away. Pressed against the door, I made a move to turn the handle, but he intercepted, gently gripping my hand and guiding me to face him.
Trapped between his muscular figure and the door, I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks.
Does he have any concept of personal space?
"Do you have anything to say, melanin?" His smirk widened, almost mocking.
"Actually, it's Jasmine," I blurted out, feeling my face grow even warmer under his intense gaze. Does he even know my name? "Stop calling me that!" I retorted, deciding to play along. With a smirk of my own, I added, "You might as well address me as the third lady."
He chuckled without humor, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "You catch on quickly. Perhaps a week without my presence left you feeling lonely and eager to remind me of your significance."
Rolling my eyes at his self-assurance, I couldn't deny that my face had turned into a crimson shade.
Leaning closer to my petite frame, his breath grazed my earlobe, causing me to shiver at the minty scent that engulfed me.
What on earth was happening?
"There are still plenty of things I could show you," his voice husky, sending a wave of weakness through my legs.
What is he implying?
What is wrong with this man?
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A debt to pay takes Jasmine O'Connell to the Braylons' household, forcefully where she meets Roman Braylon, the third son of the Braylons.
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Started- August 26th
Ended- ?
❝𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓S 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑.❞
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"You look even more beautiful when you're crying, cuore mio." The husky words roll off his tongue like silk, and I hate the way goosebumps ripple across my skin as I meet his darkly amused gaze.
"You're so sick."
The corners of his lips kick up into a slow, teasing smirk as he captures my chin, forcing me to stare into those hypnotic eyes, glazed with a potent desire that bordered on madness.
"Which is exactly why you're going to cure me." His thumb presses against my lips, parting them as I exhale a shaky breath. "Now open that pretty mouth for me."
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Troubled by a traumatic past, Leilani Hale seeks a new life with her sisters in NYC in pursuit of becoming a successful fashion designer. Gathering the last crumbs of sanity she has left, Lei works to get her life back together, especially after the disappearance of her parents.
Her endeavours, however, all come crashing down the moment she stumbles somewhere she shouldn't be one night at a hotel, caught up in a crime boss' madness. And she learns that once this man has something interesting in his sights, he has no intention of letting them go.