The Untamed Prince (eBook, ePUB)
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A bank worker in Los Angeles named Melissa...The concierge at a luxurious Manhattan country club... A cocktail waitress...Mia Rodriguez flipped through her phone screen, rage welling up inside her. The purr of the exclusive red sports car was like a muffled echo as she walked away from the horde of bloodthirsty journalists. The press conference announcing her retirement from football had suddenly turned into a circus centered around Brian's infidelities. He'd been dead for a year, and his ghost still haunted her. With trembling fingers, she tapped a small, blinking triangle on a video.Brian wa...
A bank worker in Los Angeles named Melissa...
The concierge at a luxurious Manhattan country club... A cocktail waitress...
Mia Rodriguez flipped through her phone screen, rage welling up inside her. The purr of the exclusive red sports car was like a muffled echo as she walked away from the horde of bloodthirsty journalists. The press conference announcing her retirement from football had suddenly turned into a circus centered around Brian's infidelities. He'd been dead for a year, and his ghost still haunted her. With trembling fingers, she tapped a small, blinking triangle on a video.
Brian was insatiable when it came to sex... He left me exhausted every time we saw each other...
Surely, Mia, his wife, only had time for football, and Brian evidently came to me to give him what she didn't...
Turn it off.
She closed her eyes. Crying would have been a relief, but it would also have meant she could let out everything that was building up inside her. Besides, tears would also mean she had feelings for the man she had married.
The voice was recorded in his head while the video clip was repeated over and over again.
Mia Rodriguez wasn't enough woman for her husband... Turn that damn thing off.
The sudden braking caused her to be thrown forward, and the seat belt dug into her chest. Her heart leaped into her throat.
Large, unfamiliar hands snatched her phone and threw it onto the back seat. Mia followed it with her eyes and watched the screen slide across the plush leather.
Mia... look at me.
The fingers on her chin and the authoritative tone made her look up. Piercing blue eyes took her breath away. The aquiline nose, the wide, lazy mouth... That face that made women around the world sigh with rapture, that man so close...
And he wasn't just any man; he was a captivating prince of devastating virility. He was Nikandros Drakos, the reckless Prince of Drakon, second in line to the throne, passionate about extreme sports, and sexy as hell.
She grabbed his wrist to pull him away. She felt the leathery, hairy skin on his fingertips; it was rough and hypnotic, completely unlike hers... An electric shock woke every neuron and cell from a deep slumber.
She looked at the fingers gripping the steering wheel and down the veins in his hands to his wrists. She saw the faint glimmer of the dial of the Patek Philippe watch on his right wrist. It was a sportsman's watch. She'd also been given one four years ago, when her team won the world championship, back when Nikandros was still the team owner.
The concierge at a luxurious Manhattan country club... A cocktail waitress...
Mia Rodriguez flipped through her phone screen, rage welling up inside her. The purr of the exclusive red sports car was like a muffled echo as she walked away from the horde of bloodthirsty journalists. The press conference announcing her retirement from football had suddenly turned into a circus centered around Brian's infidelities. He'd been dead for a year, and his ghost still haunted her. With trembling fingers, she tapped a small, blinking triangle on a video.
Brian was insatiable when it came to sex... He left me exhausted every time we saw each other...
Surely, Mia, his wife, only had time for football, and Brian evidently came to me to give him what she didn't...
Turn it off.
She closed her eyes. Crying would have been a relief, but it would also have meant she could let out everything that was building up inside her. Besides, tears would also mean she had feelings for the man she had married.
The voice was recorded in his head while the video clip was repeated over and over again.
Mia Rodriguez wasn't enough woman for her husband... Turn that damn thing off.
The sudden braking caused her to be thrown forward, and the seat belt dug into her chest. Her heart leaped into her throat.
Large, unfamiliar hands snatched her phone and threw it onto the back seat. Mia followed it with her eyes and watched the screen slide across the plush leather.
Mia... look at me.
The fingers on her chin and the authoritative tone made her look up. Piercing blue eyes took her breath away. The aquiline nose, the wide, lazy mouth... That face that made women around the world sigh with rapture, that man so close...
And he wasn't just any man; he was a captivating prince of devastating virility. He was Nikandros Drakos, the reckless Prince of Drakon, second in line to the throne, passionate about extreme sports, and sexy as hell.
She grabbed his wrist to pull him away. She felt the leathery, hairy skin on his fingertips; it was rough and hypnotic, completely unlike hers... An electric shock woke every neuron and cell from a deep slumber.
She looked at the fingers gripping the steering wheel and down the veins in his hands to his wrists. She saw the faint glimmer of the dial of the Patek Philippe watch on his right wrist. It was a sportsman's watch. She'd also been given one four years ago, when her team won the world championship, back when Nikandros was still the team owner.
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