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

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29 Chs

The gala

Andre was restless this few days. He had unintentionally avoided calling or texting Deandra and even avoided going to his family's mansion on days he knew she worked there.

Call it abstinence or whatever. All he wanted was to see what it felt like not to be close to the woman called Deandra Sparks. It was too much for him.

He started this thing like a joke. It was supposed to be a game: Try to seduce the hot-looking woman employed by his father just to taunt his father and shove his hard work of trying to tame him in his face.

But now, thing had come awry. These days he can't do anything or even stay a minute without thinking about the sumptuous siren. That red hair, those plump lips, that curvy enhancing body. Arh, those legs of hers. What he could do with his lips to them_

"Boss!"

He jerked up a little from his office chair and glared at Simeon for daring to interrupt his fantasy. "What?"

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