"There's no way I'd ever dream of sleeping with you Scarlette, that's disgusting" I kept my head high as I voiced my opinion about her sexuality not realizing how close she had gotten. Her light brown eyes piercing into my own as she moved her mouth towards my left ear, feeling her breathe in my ear sent shivers down my spine. "Oh Darling, soon enough you'll be begging to let me do it. I have no doubt about that" she finished her sentence with a wink before walking away leaving me breathless and stunned. Shit whats happening to me? -- After the death of her single mother, Alize Kahurangi had moved from New Zealand to Australia at just 6 years old - to live with her mother's wealthy sister. She spent the rest of her childhood living quite comfortably alongside her many first cousins. For as long as she could remember her head was constantly filled with thoughts of boys, from the way their hair was styled to the deep tremor of their voices. She was straight as a piece of thread, but when Scarlette Dior catwalks her way into Alize's life that thread slowly starts to become knotted. At 16, she was living on the streets of the Gold Coast, now 21, Scarlette Dior was one of the most famous models in Australia although she wasn't well liked due to her intense attitude problems. Paparazzi never failed to publicly announce every single one of her late night endeavours specifically because they were all women. Scarlette didn't care for it, she had no shame in letting the whole world know of her sexual preference. She was very proud to say many straight women fell to their knees, begging to be touched by her skillful hands. Except for one Alize Kahurangi, an absolute dark-skinned angel, wouldn't even give her the time of day. She made it her life's mission to have her, just to finally get it out of her system. But what happens when things don't go as planned.. A fallen angel and a female devil incarnate couldn't be anymore less compatible right? --