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Good Girls Don't Cheat

Shawn could easily be the guy you bring home to your parents- he is charming, good looking, respectful, and being a successful pop star helps with his allure. But, the more you get to know him, the more you realize how wrong you were in the beginning. And, before you can pull yourself out, it’s too late. You’re butt deep in the pool of his magnetism. Most women know what to expect when you’re dating Shawn Rayo. He will not try to make you feel like you’re special. He will tell you out front that he doesn’t want a relationship. He will put his intensions out on the table, and if a girl decides to date him, there’s no one to be blamed for heartbreak but her. Instances from the past topped with his insane popularity around loose women of all ages have made him a misogynist who has long forgotten how to respect a woman. Who is to be blamed for his lack of a love life when he doesn’t even know how not to hate every woman he sleeps with? But when Shawn is hasting from one fling to another, fate intervenes, as if a force from above couldn’t see anymore how screwed up he had become. He meets a girl who has no time to even romantically look at a guy, let alone date him. Itika. She is far from the others. She is an overnight internet sensation who has spent most of her life trying to be a perfect woman. She was basically born into womanhood, so much so that she doesn’t have a single example of her being young and stupid. When Shawn meets her, he knows she could be the one. THE ONE. Maybe that has something to do with the fact that she refused to go out with him. Even newly married women didn’t refuse Shawn Rayo. A chord is struck in his heart. But, little does he know about Itika’s secret. And why even if he becomes the best guy in the world, she can’t go out with him.

ElsbroSparka · Urban
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19 Chs

Prologue

Through the gap in the door, she could see his glorious, perfect rose vine tattoo in his right forearm covered with bandages. It stared deeper into her swollen eyes as she quietly opened the metal door and stepped inside. The air was cooler in the care unit.

But it didn't sooth her flaming heart. Seeing him unconscious in a hospital bed had shunned her mind out of any positive thoughts.

WHAT HAD HE DONE?

She dreaded to think of the answer. He couldn't do this to himself, could he?

She clenched her trembling hand into a fist from reaching out to his still face – his beautiful, gorgeous…scarred face – and wrapped it around her throbbing chest. She didn't deserve to touch him.

THIS ISN'T RIGHT!

THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!

Her gut wrenched and her brain froze for a second when she saw IV sticking out of his left sleeve.

She should have said something. ANYTHING. Anything when there was time. She should have listened to her heart. But, how could she? And it was too late now…

Her hurt eyes dropped as numbness captured her parched throat. The room was disturbingly silent, so much that the crying in her aching mind had become so loud that she wanted to dash out of there as soon as she could.

That's all she had done for so long, hadn't she? Ran away when things became difficult. She had run away from happiness, from love, from passion…from…him.

He… deserved more. With her heart in her throat, she took a shaking step backward, careful not to touch anything in her way, her way out of these walls closing in on her. She couldn't think straight. She needed to breathe.

She couldn't stand the idea of doing THIS to the man that loved her.