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

Alexander decided to play along, looking bored.


"Does this proposition of yours involve you, me, and a bed?"


The telltale blush on her cheeks appeared and that made his blood burn sluggishly.


Without thinking, his gaze fell to her mouth and her pupils dilated as she inhaled sharply. "No!" She exclaimed a little too loud. "That will not be a part of the deal but..." She trailed off and bit her lip, "I'm kind of busy right now. Do you mind helping me untangle my hair from your shirt first?" She asked again.


Alexander tsked under his tongue and pointedly ignored her plea. "A pity. What kind of proposition do you mean aside from that?"


She didn't answer and proceeded to deal with the mess by tugging her strands not-so-gently from his buttons. Alexander just stood there, not helping her, well, not until she stopped pretending that he was invisible.


Alexander could tell she was having a hard time removing them. He stopped himself from chuckling at her useless efforts.


She must have noticed him making fun of her in silence when her entire demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. Now, she was giving him eye daggers and if they were real she could be dead. Alexander grinned at her. Why did he find her cute?


"Would. You. Help. Me. With. My. Hair. Or. NOT?" She gritted her teeth in anger as she clutched the fabric of his shirt, trying to shake him.


"No. Sorry." Alexander chuckled as he placed his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Tell me about your proposition first and if I find that appealing, I'll help you out. And may I suggest, as long as it involves you and me alone in a hotel room and a king-sized bed, I'm game."


Alexander caressed her arm one more time and she shivered, the small hairs on her skin standing on its end. He looked at her to see her reaction. What little color on her cheeks drained away as she tugged his hand away from her arm.


She paled. "I'll ask you this for the last time. If I ask you to help me with my hair like as in right now, ASAP, would you?"


Alexander chuckled again, letting out the most erotic chuckle he could muster to seduce her. " I'll tell you again. Proposition fi---"


He heard loud snips in the sudden silence that surrounded the two of them and large chunks of bright red curls were falling to the sand. Some were floating along with the direction of the wind. Alexander's eyes widened in shock.


He could see her showing him a huge-ass pair of scissors that came out of nowhere. And she stepped backward, half a meter of distance away from him, no longer a prisoner of his personal space.


Her bright red hair was uneven, the right side was still almost waist-lengthed but the left.... it was a disaster.


It was so short that it showed her long, slender, pale neck. Her jawline was perfection. Alexander's gaze roamed her face as he stared deep into her blue-green eyes which became a darker shade of stormy blue than the green.


"Now you owe me." She smirked and her eyes twinkled dangerously, " Big time."


Crazed Redhead