Debbie_Asan

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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.

Living with Mr Cocky

And as excepted and clear cut as I soothsay, the whacko psychopath as usual decided to play his stupid irritating games with me.

I spend an hour with my face a concrete mixture of anger and aggravation, spice up with consternation and fear as I impatiently waited for Chris Anderson to lay down his terms and conditions I must oblige to, before he reveals the identity of the person who is responsible for the dead cat and the threat written on the wall.

I am beginning to think my life is a big loop of mysteries. When I thought I had fixed every piece of the puzzle of my life, there comes another hidden pieces. And the person having those pieces is none other than Chris Anderson, the psycho again.

I wasted an entire hour listening to him bullshit me with his irksome puzzles crap. I gave up and left the restaurant.

I guess I have to painfully wait for his unpredicted visits for his vexing clues.

Brad the superhero