Parisian_Moon

Cathryn Woods was a Fine Arts student, who joined a Tattoo Design Contest, in which her best friend, her model, failed to show himself on that fateful day at the event. Desperate for the winner's cash prize so that she could pay for her school fees at an Art University, she convinced (well 'convince' is rather an understatement), a random guy at the beach she found to be her model instead. Her model turned out to be Alexander, a playboy who was the lead vocalist of a rising teenage boy band, and is it a coincidence that they go to the same university?

Their flirty conversations and humorous banter also made their mutual like for each other bloom. Things will take into a serious turn when the redhead realized she fell hopelessly in love for the first time and with a player nonetheless, whom she met last summer. 

Will she be brave enough to risk herself in the name of love? Even auditioning as a supporting vocalist for the band just so she could always be near Alexander? What will Cathryn do if she knew that one of the band members had also caught the love bug for her? 

Messy love triangles are fun, yes, but Cathryn wished she could turn back time and hadn’t taken it to heart because the games can easily get brutal.


YUMMY EXCERPT: updates every other day

"Shut the fuck up, will you?"

Alexander opened the book and picked another paragraph to read. "The urge to have sex is excruciating if you attempt to deny it. You don't want to be sleeping in my bed when it hits." He arched his eyebrows. "Understand what I'm hinting at?"

"Why didn't you tell me you loved this kind of story?" Alexander bit his lip and his hooded eyes regarded her. "I could just tell you stories instead of you reading them for hours."

"Based on your experience, huh?" She blurted it out before she could stop herself. Cathryn blushed furiously.

Embarrassed, she tried to distract him from reading it. "Give that book back."

Alexander continued like the infuriating fucker he is. "Oh yeah. Sweat broke out all over her body, imagining him super horny and determined to have sex with her. The idea didn't horrify her."

Cathryn grasped the book from his hands but Alexander kept on raising it higher. She jumped, almost taking hold of the cover but Alexander had pushed her shoulder away in an attempt to stop her from getting the book back. She pushed him harder, kicking him with her shoes and they both fell on the couch, jerked out of balance.

Alexander had instinctively wrapped his hands around her tiny waist to keep her from falling on the floor while Cathryn's hands were on his shoulders, moving to his chest. They stared wide-eyed at each other before Alexander's gaze transfixed on her mouth and one of his hands moved to caress her back with his fingers.

"By the way, your best friend told me that you wanted to tell me something." He held her a moment, his hands on her body and his face a glowing heat onto hers.

Bold

Who the hell placed massive stones in her pathway?


Cathryn's toe just hit the sharpest edge, her vision blurring with unnecessary tears as she groaned in pain. Fuck it.


"Well, well. Aren't you a clumsy, pretty thing?" He said, offering her a hand.


That voice... deep and raspy and just roused from bed, as perfect as his face and body she just can't take her eyes off it.


As people buzzed around them--the females staring at him in open-mouthed wonder, the males giving them a wide berth--Cathryn tentatively accepted his aid.


When Cathryn gained her bearings, she realized he had tugged her forward suddenly and they were only a few inches apart.


Her smaller height placed her gaze right at his hard, solid chest and her mouth watered once again as she imagined painting those Chinese dragons in his body.


Cathryn raised her chin to look him in the eye but suddenly, she just couldn't move her head freely.


Cathryn's red hair, her red, VERY CURLY hair, got stuck on--not just one--but three of his shirt buttons. She must be blushing beet red right now.


Cathryn shut her eyes tight and clenched her fists. Fuck her life.


Well, at least he didn't sound disgusted by her not combing her hair. Merely amused.


Cathryn was the type of person who didn't have time to comb her hair and when she did, she didn't. She left it like it is. What's the point of combing curly hair? It doesn't get any straighter. Plus, Cathryn takes a bath every day. Her hair is squeaky clean.


"Well, your hair smells good." He leaned down as if he intended to share a secret with her then, he proceeded to smell her hair. "You smell like strawberries. Which just happens to be my favorite."


His thumb traced her bare arms and a shiver slid the length of her spine. He was flirting with her wickedly. Cathryn tensed as alarm bells rang in her head.


Does this guy want a hook-up at this time of day? No, no, no. Isn't it too early?


Though she had no desire to flirt back--really-- she forced herself to say, "Wow. Already we have something in common."


One thing Cathryn knew about men, they were likely to help a woman if they thought they'd get something in return. "That's my favorite thing, too."


That put a surprising sparkle in his amber eyes. "Isn't this just my lucky day, then?"


He tipped her chin with his long finger and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. He just figured out that her hair got stuck on his shirt buttons. 


The guy was an experienced flirt but didn't notice things very quickly.


"Umm. Could you possibly help me untangle myself from you?"


As Cathryn stared up at him, his smile took on a wicked edge, knowing and sure.


"Baby, once you tangled yourself with me, there's no way out of this mess."


Cathryn suddenly didn't know what he was talking about. Was he referring to her hair or some other things?


"Perhaps." Maybe he was referring to her hair. Cathryn's shoulders slumped, having no other choice but to this.


Cathryn could hear the announcer calling for the Henna Tattoo Contest participants in the background as she thought of her next step.


She placed both her small hands on his massive chest as Cathryn regarded him carefully to see his reaction.


Stupid Hair