His Summer Fixation

His Summer Fixation

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I was supposed to be a distraction, a fling, someone Julian could amuse himself with during the long, summer days, until he left to go back to school in America. I was supposed to be his summer fixation, and nothing more. At least, that's what I always thought. That's what I chose to believe. "What if I asked for a transfer-changed schools?" I stared at him, bewildered. "Julian, don't be ridiculous. No one gives up Yale to attend U of T." Julian's stare was hard, mesmerizing. "I would. For you." "Don't say that," I mutter, shaking my head. "Don't say things you don't mean." "Do you think I'm kidding? Because I'm not, Annie. I'm not kidding when I say that it absolutely kills me, the idea of being somewhere you aren't." I didn't want to believe him, but I knew it was hopeless. Julian was telling the truth.
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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