Southern Belle meets Beverly Hills bad boy. He is Dameon Penton and her name is Marisole Velanco. Marisole had those glistening milk brown eyes, faded southern accent, barbecue appetite, nerd at brain but pianist and artist at heart. The Southern Belle attracted the Beverly Hills gang leader, Dameon Penton. The boy with delicious muscles, six pack, huntsman and gunman, hidden heart and everything that was of his being was disguised behind his silver eyes. What will happen once their paths crossed? Domestic Knockout. Sneak peaks: "So..." He said trying to break the silence but no other words followed. "Yeah?" I asked, urging for him to resume with something. "Are you sure that you can deal with me?" He added and I stopped eating and looked at him attentively, he looked back intensely but it didn't bother me. "Why would you ask me that?" I asked and he sighed .......................... I continued packing and then he came up behind me and put his hands on top of mine. I felt my cheeks heat up and this tingle sensation overrode my brain. I gasped as my body became weak. I swallowed the lump that instantly formed in my throat and continued packing but I felt my hands and arms begin to shake. "Stay with me. Just a little longer." Dameon whispered into my ear and I felt a tingle go down the side of my neck as his cold breath tickled my ear. I bit my lip and continued packing. When I was done I turned to him and his hands kept me in my spot, his eyes looked down into mine. "Dameon stop." I demanded and pushed him away from me, feeling my strength return. "You really should think about your affect on me." I said and I hated the vulnerability that filled my voice. Hope you enjoy!
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