Babysitting the bad boys siblings

Babysitting the bad boys siblings

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Don't read I wrote this quite a while back and idk how to continue I might change abit and redo but for now stay away from this book it's not ready ✨✨✨✨✨🥳⭐️❤️ "⚠️ " *MATURE THEMES* (not a book for kids contains sexual material) You have a choice it's either a bad boy or a player and it's not that simple. You made a mistake and that mistake led into an unbelievably huge mess that no one can stop because it's natures call. It can be a Selena Gomez fan fiction / teen fiction book The first 3 chapters might not be as good but interesting enough, but above that my writing improved over the months and I continued the book with a better language. So don't go away after reading the first few chapters it gets really better I promise! :) don't waste your time and go and read|~zoella This book was on hold previously now it's back and better! If you all want you can dm me on my Instagram and I will open it on my book:) happy reading
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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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