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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
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29 Chs

The strange casino

Deandra snapped back from the sound of the slamming door, and blinked her eyes severally to recover from the ecstatic euphoria Andre had plunged her mind and body to and then the anger set in.

Who was he to think he could treat her the way he does? And why was she responding to him like that as though she lacked a will of her own? At that point, she felt like calling him bluff, going to lock her bedroom and leaving him standing out there until he got tired and left her alone. However, on second thought, Andre Rossi doesn't look like the kind of man to be easily waded off in that manner. Plus, he is likely to go on a banging spree which would earn her the wrath of Peter and have him running here.

That is if she survives another interrogation from the cops.

She huffed, pushed off the wall and with one last look at the door, somehow hoping Andre would come back and finish what he started with her, went in the direction of the bathroom.