Playing With Fire

Playing With Fire

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"Brandon," Victoria groaned as his mouth hungrily claimed hers. Her body was on fire at a simple touch of his. His blue eyes captured her heart and his body made her drool. She had to remind herself for umpteen times that she was there for a job and she must not fall for him. But how could she resist him when all she wanted to do was to melt in his arms and burn for him as much as he burned for her. ~~~~~ Victoria is a professional undercover spy. She was assigned to track down and expose a hot and infamous gang leader, Brandon, by posing as his "girlfriend". What if fate decided not to play by her rules and destroy her plan? What if her worst nightmare comes true and she starts to have feelings for him? Maybe its true that never play with fire or you'll burn your hands...... [Cover design by @execvtion] [Trailer by me]
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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