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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 · perkotaan
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29 Chs

Rendered speechless.

Deandra didn't plan to tell Andre, nor did it even occur to her. But whike they talked, it just clicked that maybe this was what she needed to get her mother to get off her back.

So, as much as it wasn't the right thing to do, she had no choice but to ask him. When Andre cocked his head to the side in curiosity, she released her lower lips nervously from her teeth and asked, "can you go with me to be my date at my parent's anniversary?"

Andre's lips quirked to the side as her regarded her closely in a way she couldn't read his thought. She was already regretting asking him and feels he would think she was trying to trap him, when she he quizzed, "excuse me?"

"I'm sorry." Deandra shook her head and made to bypass him, however, Andre caught her hand and dragged her back.

"Ask me again," he ordered in a feathery light tone

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