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Loving The Temperamental Adonis

He stormed into the room, his gray eyes narrowing as he saw the faint trace of a fingerprint on her face. Fury flashed across his face, and he demanded, "Who the fuck did this to you?!" She hesitated, aware of his explosive temper and scared that he might turn on her if she told him that his so called girlfriend, Davina had slapped her for mistakenly dropping a glass. "Nobody, just an accident." she replied, attempting to downplay the situation. A humorless laugh escaped Neil's lips, his gray eyes ablaze with anger. "Nobody? You think I'll let someone get away with hurting you? Tell me, Harrison, or I swear I'll make it my mission to punish every single person in this goddamn building." Knowing he never gave empty threats, Mia opened her mouth and whispered, "It-it was your girlfriend..." Few minutes later, Mia was astonished to witness what he did to his girlfriend for daring to hit her. "Nobody dares lay a filthy hand on something that is mine. Mia Harrison is not my lover, but she is my woman." Meet Neil Wayner, a famous soldier on a secret mission and a successful CEO, with a temper that could burn the world. Love, marriage, he doesn't believe in such things. But when she slowly began to slip her way into his life, he claimed her as his woman. On the other hand, meet Mia Harrison a girl from a poor town studying Journalism in an expensive university with dreams of making it big someday, but when she met Neil Wayner, who is on a secret mission in the University she studies in, things took a turn in Mia's life. Witness the roller coaster romance between a raging devil and a beautiful angel. ** Note: Mature Content. No Rape. *** Disclaimer: cover pic isn't mine, will take it down if the owner wants me to.

Ash20 · Urban
Not enough ratings
251 Chs

Decision to contact her

Against the setting sun of Verdantia, a country that was known for it's all year round summer with about hundreds of islands, a tall man walked down the dusty road that led from the city to the quiet docks, a newspaper and several documents in his hand. As he headed down the island pier, he spoke to none of the men who were working to upload their cargo from the ship, and none of them spoke to him, but several pairs of curious eyes followed the stranger toward his private yacht that had been on shore for weeks, it was a ferretti yacht 1000, which they'd never seen nor come close to touching in their entire life.

One glance at the yacht, and you'd know the owner was not someone of their class who they'd dare mingle with even though they'd seen him around for the past week. One thing that also stood out from the brand new yatch, was the painted words on it. It had the name MIA boldly stenciled on the stern in fresh purple expensive shinny paint.