Countdown & Giveaway!!! TROUBLE by Tia Louise!

β­π—’π—‘π—˜ π—ͺπ—˜π—˜π—ž!!!⭐

π˜›π˜™π˜–π˜œπ˜‰π˜“π˜Œ 𝘸π˜ͺ𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 π˜‘π˜Άπ˜­π˜Ί 19!!

Maybe I’m taking advantage of him, doing the things I want to do with him sober while he’s slightly drunk. I don’t care.

I kiss his hand and pretend he’s not an asshole. I pretend he’s my boyfriend, and we fall asleep in our luxury suite with our bodies entwined like this every night, together, safe in each other’s arms.

I exhale a sigh at this ridiculously rich, ridiculously arrogant man. He’s cruel to taunt me with a peek inside his walls, but he’s wrong if he thinks I’m like every other woman he’s ever known. 

I do have a brain to match his, and if he thinks he’s got me, he’s so wrong. 

Lifting his hand, I press my lips to his knuckles wishing it wasn’t this way. I wish it was easy, but when did easy ever lead anywhere good? 

I slide my hand along that mysterious scar he guards so closely. His eyes are closed, and a dark lock has fallen over his brow. His lips are relaxed, and all the anger has momentarily subsided. He’s gorgeous.

β€œYou’re safe with me, you know?” Exhaling a little sigh, I trace the hair off his eye. β€œNo, you don’t know.” 

I kiss him softly before closing my eyes and falling fast asleep…

β€οΈπ—Ÿπ—˜π—”π—₯𝗑 𝗠𝗒π—₯π—˜/𝗣π—₯π—˜π—’π—₯π——π—˜π—₯ 𝗑𝗒π—ͺ:

β€οΈπ—˜π—»π˜π—²π—Ώ π˜π—Ό π—ͺπ—œπ—‘ 𝗼𝗻 π—šπ—₯ π—‘π—Όπ˜„:

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