Make me yours

Make me yours

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Last published Thu, Mar 30, 2017

Ashton Jacob is one of the most sought billionaire playboy, he believes in love, but feels he should have fun before getting tied down. He feels the only kind of girl that should tie him down should be rich, be a model or an heiress and should be an European, but doesn't know that fate has other plans. Lola David is a Nigerian girl from Yoruba land, who travels to New York as a result of scholarship to make it in life and to help her family make money and be happy again. She doesn't believe in fairytales, but she is a firm believer of fate and a very devoted Christian. Sneak peek "You would beg to be mine Lola" he whispered into my ear which made me shiver involuntarily. "Of course not, I would never do that, you're not my type" I replied throwing back his words to me. "We would see if you're right or wrong very soon" he said, kissed my earlobe and went back to his seat smirking. "Yea we would see" I spat and left his office before it became too late.

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