Leona Pierce was deeply obsessed with color black. Just like her soul, she lived in darkness. The stubborn little fire always had reasons to despise the world and unleash the hell, but when Tayson Huxley decided to splash his tints on her soul, she couldn't come up with an excuse to hate him. 
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Leona Pierce-heartless and detached artisan who lurked behind the colors and the ink carved on her skin. The messy soul who was fighting the demons of her mind stumbles upon Tayson Huxley.
  
Tayson Huxley-The man epitome of desire, arrogance, and pure sex. Both found themselves trapped in their own little bubble, knowing that it would fusillade with time. When the fire and storm cross paths, the fuse of hatred, stubbornness, little ego games, and undeniable chemistry leads to the explosion of something that none of them wants in their life.

Was this the game of resistance? Or the game of love? Will Leona win against the charmer, Tayson? Or will Tayson lose his heart to win her?

The Pretty Witch

"Let's make this quick," he rasped, voice crochet in hankers and hunger as he tossed his shirt aside. The brunette seductively smiled, kicking off her red thongs and reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. 


The moment he saw her in the club, he knew she was going to be a good fuck, that's all he cared about. She was hot. Clobbered in a red dress that hugged her hourglass figure and popped her breast out. Her name didn't concern him. He was clear about what he wanted and the woman accepted his demands. 


"Anything for you, daddy," the woman whispered. 


Tayson internally cringed trying to rinse his mind as he didn't like being called that. He poised over her as their lips met in the fierce kiss and the girl, being submissive to his touch, let him do whatever he wished with her body. 


Women being so accessible to him fatigued Tayson. He wanted a challenge, a hothead, a person who couldn't give in his charm just by the look of his eyes. 


19| I should have chosen you