Living With A Badass

Living With A Badass

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Why the hell is he staring at me all the time? What does he want? Why me? Questions that only he could answer. Julian Taylor is a cute sexy angry stubborn and mysterious guy but when he's with Kat everything is different he's calm loving and cute. Kat is a fun outgoing badass her father makes her stay with him and his father while he's on his business trip. Last time she tried to stay home she ended up almost burning the house down... Julian finds out her secret but he has one of his own will he be able to tell her or will she expose him? Or could it be the other way around?
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Sequel of His girl Damien Russo, his name makes people scared. Almost everyone knows him either for being a successful billionaire or for being the powerful, heartless Mafia Leader. Sneak peek⬇ Why are you helping? Why are you wasting your time on me when you could have ignored everything." I dare to ask him. He stared at me for a solid 3 minutes before he moved away from the wall and made his way to me. He didn't stop till he successfully caged me between the table and him. "Because since I've laid my eyes on you, I've promised myself that I would look after you and protect you from everyone." He stated, his face dangerously close to mine. "W-why?" I managed to ask. He didn't reply to me but instead, he started to lean in, making my heart beating fast in my chest. My hands were on my side, on the table, gripping it tightly. He put one of his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. He leaned and crashed his lips on mine.

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