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Living with Mr Cocky

status: complete April Jackson a 24 years old painter's life took the worst turn, in just a day she lost everything, her job, her home, and went totally bankrupt. In the darkest moment of her life, there was a flicker of hope. She got a generous offer from a stranger she couldn't resist. That one leap of faith changed her life drastically. As she ends up living with the most sort out bachelor in the city, Brad Sebastian Smith, a grumpy handsome billionaire who has an hidden malicious agenda. April wasn't the ordinary girl she thought she was, there were secrets about her life she is totally clueless about. She has something the vicious Brad Sebastian Smith wants, and he will stop at nothing to obtain it from her. Grumpy meets sunshine as their world collides. Broody Brad couldn't resist the bubbly jolly April innocent charms as he was caught up in a personal conflict of choosing April over his ambitions. Can Brad carry on his ulterior motive when April has completely hold his heart captive? Excerpt# Brad I can't believe this is the same quirky April Jackson I saw at my study days ago. Gone are the ridiculous Jeans and T-shirts. She was wearing a sexy black dress that caresses her body like a second skin, bringing out beautiful curves I didn't notice before. I nearly stumbled when my gaze fell on her sexy long legs, and her wild curly hair added a fierce appeal. She looks like sin. I had to support my weight by pressing my palm to the wall, lest I trip and fall. "Mr. Smith you are back," she said snapping me out of my daze. "Mr. Smith, are you ok? you look pale" she asked. I clenched my fist, my eyes darkens as I took a step towards her, I cornered her to the wall. Ever since I met her I feel like I am losing control, from her pushing my buttons, getting under my skin, and now to this. She is going to be trouble! I gaze at her with lust. Her eyes flickered open. For the first time, I noticed she has beautiful grey eyes. My gaze fell on her plump lips, painted with red seductive lipstick. She bit her lips stirring up a strong urge to brush my lips on hers, devouring her lips with the craving desire surging up in me.

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My right-hand trembles violently as I pick up the brush in an attempt to paint but I failed something within me is holding me back. And that is what has obviated me from going near the brush and canvas for years now. I couldn't resist that magnetic urge to paint when I wandered my way into my grandfather's studio. It feels like some strong force in the universe is compelling me to create something out of my wild imagination but I fizzle anytime I hold the brush in my shaking hands, and I have been at it for minutes now.

Giving up painting did make me feel a huge part of me has been ripped off. I had to make that painful sacrifice to become strong. When I took the brush I realized the fear of being weak took hold of me. April Jackson was weak which means everything about her was a weakness including painting. That's what defined fragile April Jackson and I'm no longer her. Painting died with her that night.