Caught by HIM.

Caught by HIM.

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Nov 26, 2013
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What does one night of a drunken stupor at a Halloween party have in store for 20 year old Chloe well let's just say it's all up to her handsome captor Blake Cross. Her little "adventure unfolds lies, deceit, and an unintentional romance that burns hotter than hell itself. Can she learn to trust this man who is on a quest for revenge or will everything hit the fan and make her make the ultimate decision between a stranger who she cant not help but believe in and trust or her family who as long as she can remember has been surrounded by lies and deceit.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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