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

To say Deandra was confounded by the sight of Andre would be an understatement. How is it possible he was there in the first place? Timothy said it was his father that would be coming today so how come he was here today? All these questions raced through her head as she stared wide-eyed at him and the woman nestled in his arm as they stood at the door, his imposing presence drawing the attention of everyone present, but his eyes were on her.


She swallowed hard and then came to the painful realization that her paper had fallen to the ground and right at that moment, Felix, the man of occasion was heading towards her with concern on his face. Deandra snapped her eyes away from Andre and stooped to pick up the paper that had fallen to the ground in her state of shock.


"Are you okay, Ms Sparks?" Asked Felix, bending halfway to whisper. 


The meet