Gemini_writes

Deandra Sparks wasn't immune to arrogant male energies especially when it came to a powerful one like this one in front of her. She had read about Andrè Rossi and seen most of his pictures but seeing him in person, she felt she should sue all those photographers for not doing justice to his great beauty. 

Damn. The guy was hot as hell!

He was saying something but Dee was not listening. Her lips fell slightly open as she followed the trail of his lips on the back of her hand. 

  How would those lips feel on hers?

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Andrè Rossi the son of one of America's most influential businessmen, Lukas Rossi, woke up to see a false publication on the media by his ex-girlfriend, accusing him of rape. And now his distraught father whose greatest fear was a bad family reputation had sought to hire the service of a media revamper that would help erase the scandal that his son had plunged them into.

What happens when the feisty, masochist article writer Deandra Sparks comes into the picture? 

Will her flame burn the infamous New York award-winning Casanova? 

Is she willing to quench this fire in him?

And what happens when she is in a struggle between yielding to his soft touches and keeping to her resolution of not mixing business with pleasure?

Alpha King's Tequila

The week flew by in a haste. Deandra once more drowned in the sea of problems; seeking for a mouth-watering story she was going to present to her boss, contemplating about the upcoming anniversary, going to meet Mr Rossi-who still hasn't mentioned to her about his presence at her company's upcoming gala, and on top of it all, she hasn't heard from Andre since the other day he dropped her off at her office, four days ago.


Today she woke up grumpy, lay on the bed even as sunlight mocked her, informing her of yet another day of going to the Rossi's mansion. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it.


"Deandra!" She jerked up, her hand going to her chest as she cursed under her breathe, trying to regain back her breath.


Dee threw her legs off the bed and sort for her slippers when her door flung open and Chloe walked in, dressed in nine, her makeup-clad face beaming with a charming smile. 


Conflict