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Alpha King's Tequila

Deandra Sparks wasn't immune to arrogant male energies especially when it came to a powerful one like this one in front of her. She had read about Andrè Rossi and seen most of his pictures but seeing him in person, she felt she should sue all those photographers for not doing justice to his great beauty. Damn. The guy was hot as hell! He was saying something but Dee was not listening. Her lips fell slightly open as she followed the trail of his lips on the back of her hand. How would those lips feel on hers? ******************************** Andrè Rossi the son of one of America's most influential businessmen, Lukas Rossi, woke up to see a false publication on the media by his ex-girlfriend, accusing him of rape. And now his distraught father whose greatest fear was a bad family reputation had sought to hire the service of a media revamper that would help erase the scandal that his son had plunged them into. What happens when the feisty, masochist article writer Deandra Sparks comes into the picture? Will her flame burn the infamous New York award-winning Casanova? Is she willing to quench this fire in him? And what happens when she is in a struggle between yielding to his soft touches and keeping to her resolution of not mixing business with pleasure?

Gemini_writes · Urban
Not enough ratings
29 Chs

Can I stay?

"I might be travelling next week," Dee said the minute they entered the car to go back home.

Andre's head shot towards her as he powered his car. "What? To where?"

"Home," She said monotonously, saying it sounding sour on her tongue. If only she could avoid this unnecessary homecoming, still, she knew it won't bored well if she dared it.

"Have you told my father?"

"It should be around my leave period. I don't have to tell him."

Andre seem to think about it, as he didn't say anything for a while that Deandra thought they've dropped the topic until he said. "You have to still tell him, Dee, because Dad doesn't understand the word 'leave'. If you are under his employ, he believes he should see you whenever he wants you."

"Well, that wasn't stated in my contract," Dee said grumpily. He made it sound like she was a slave to his father and not just a contract staff.

Andre huffed, his right hand coming to take hers. "What's the problem? You sound odd."