Rival from the Runway

Rival from the Runway

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Esmé ballemont is a razor sharp blend of charm and chaos, with a face that sells magazines and a mouth that scares pr teams. Know for her Witt, biting humor and zero tolerance for bs, she's the kind of woman who can light up a room- or burn it down, she's loyal and brutally honest when necessary and has mastered the art of being effortlessly elegant while not putting up with anyone's shit. Funny fiery and always unpredictable-she's the kind of model that turns heads and keeps them turned Jace carrington is cold, calculated and brutally honest. He dosnt waste time on pleasantries- only results. Ruthless when he needs to be, he does what it takes to stay on top, with zero patience for weakness or love. Control is his comfort zone and emotion has no place in his book. But will they get over their hatred from another company? It's a rival from another runway
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"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

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