“I think the headlines called me a monster. Her hazel eyes flare as she glowers at me.
In the last second, I bite her fat bottom lip. For a moment, I almost give in, kissing her pouty lips like I would have two days ago. Her lips brush against mine, soft and sweet. “There’s my guy,” she murmurs, tugging on my tie to pull me closer. “And not get to pay me back?” She leans forward, toying with my tie. Meanwhile, I'm not buying the bullshit you’re selling.” “As many times as you need to in order to convince yourself. “You care about me and it makes you angry.” Yes, I kept things from you because Leo was terrifying and threatening me at every turn, but I didn’t sell you guys out.” “You believe in fairy tales, Cinderelliott, so your opinion is irrelevant.” “And hurt.” She bites down on her juicy bottom lip making me want to bite it too. It’s not pouting, it’s called being pissed off.” “You’ve been scheming with a Morelli behind my back, Ash. What are you apologizing for?”Īnger flashes in her eyes. When his game with me is over, will I be able to pretend as if the glass slipper wasn’t a perfect fit? Until I realize instead of ruling the board, I was just a pawn.
I knew Winston wouldn’t be my prince charming, but that didn’t stop me from falling for him.Īfter all, the slippers fit, and I let myself believe I’d be dancing with Winston forever. Winston has my heart, the Morellis have incriminating photos, and I’m left with nothing except three stepbrothers who want to hurt me and a future in doubt. But he’s engaged in far more dangerous games than ours, and his enemies are out for blood. Betraying the most powerful man in New York wasn’t something I ever envisioned when I first started playing games with Winston Constantine.
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