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

"Where's she?!" Ryan yelled right when he burst the office. At the intensity of his voice, Wes was startled to death but redeemed his acts posthaste when he glimpsed the panicking man. 


"With Tayson," Wes replied, carrying the stacks of files to the desk. 


Ryan let out a laugh. "You are saying, Leona, the eerie queen, my Leona! Is. out. in. Club?! That too with your Casanova boss who wants to get in her pants, an-" 


"Stop fucking yelling!" Wes roared, glowering at the amused Ryan. He irked, kneaded his temples, not discerning the reason behind his annoyance. 


"You seem sexually frustrated," Ryan remarked, plunking on the couch and beaming at Wes. 


Wes glanced at him and suddenly, he felt supraliminal. Vigilant of his appearance. 


22| A pure sin