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us.”
Both he and Angus laugh like he’s just
uttered an incredibly hilarious joke, but I’ve finally had
enough.
I throw my napkin on the table and get up
abruptly. “You may treat girls like that in Europe,” I spit out,
trying to make him feel bad for his mother’s Italian heritage,
though I’m pretty sure he’s a born-and-bred New Yorker.
“But we have standards in NYC,” I finish
stonily, giving him the iciest glare I can manage. This isn’t worth
it, not even for Angus Lions.
“Come on, Emmalee, let’s go,” I say decidedly
and look at my friend, finding her looking squeamish in her
seat.
I’m sure my eyes are shooting daggers after
she finally decides to meet my gaze, long seconds after my
statement. But instead of compliance, which she usually serves, I
can only see apologies.
“Looks like you’re on your own, sugar,”
Kaiden says cheerfully and I finally give off a dramatic sigh,
purse my lips and try to leave with my head held high.
I realize too late my heel is broken and go
down in a flurry, pulling down a whole tablecloth with me, along
with all of the cutlery.
Of course.
And because that isn’t good enough, I also
manage to end up with my head in Kaiden Hunter’s lap.
Which he seems to be enjoying, given his
immediate groan.
“I was gonna buy you a drink first,
Princess,” he says softly so only I can hear, and I get up with a
flushed face, ready to scream my head off.
Instead, a waiter rushes forward and fusses
over me, asking me if I need a doctor.
I ignore it, ignore them all. I step out of
my broken heels and set off for the door, barefoot.
It is only when I’m on the street that I
remember I forgot my coat and my purse along with my cellphone and
wallet.
Breathing deeply, I remind myself who I
am.
Francesca DeMarco.
Stunning beauty, heiress to a multi-billion
dollar hotel empire.
Long-legged, silky-haired, blue-eyed blonde
with a 24-karat smile and a rich Daddy.
No-one fucks with me and gets away with
it.
Chapter 2
KAIDEN
I met a girl today.
Fuck, I'm a walking cliché, aren't I?
But this one really is special. And I don't
mean the size of her tits, or the tightness of her pussy, or
anything else of that matter. I mean her ... all of her.
She's feisty, she's got a big mouth, yet she
somehow manages to stay so classy, centered and sophisticated.
She's all I imagined my girl would be someday ... if I were the
type to get tied down.
But as soon as I meet this girl, I can
actually imagine myself doing just that. Being with one person
only, because she' that great and it's enough.
My mother Ava Hunter is a movie actress, you
see. So when you grow up with five different Daddy figures and your
real Dad doesn't give a shit about you in general, you become a
different kind of person.
I'm not blaming my Mom for any of this, you
have to know. It's just the way I am.
But this ... thinking I could be with one
girl, and one girl only, happened for the first time in my entire
life. And it's all because of Francesca DeMarco, a gorgeous, long
legged, silky haired heiress of NYC.
She's snobby. She's annoying. She's hot
as fuck.
As soon as I saw her, an insane desire to
make her mine came over me, something I've never felt before. Sure,
I've been attracted to girls - her friend Emmalee is a prime
example - but never like this.
So I do what I'm best at.
I make fun of her, mocking her, teasing
her.
I take it so far, she actually storms out of
the restaurant where we're having lunch.
Great job, Kaiden.
I'm quiet for the rest of the evening, but
Emmalee is all over me. I can tell it's superficial, this
attraction she feels for me. I don't think I could tell her a thing
about myself that she would genuinely care about. She saw the
photos, heard the story, and she just wants a piece of me.
Somehow, we end up in my apartment in the
early afternoon.
She's insistent, trying to get me to fuck
her, I'm sure. But it's like a switch has gone off in my head, and
try as I might, I
Both he and Angus laugh like he’s just
uttered an incredibly hilarious joke, but I’ve finally had
enough.
I throw my napkin on the table and get up
abruptly. “You may treat girls like that in Europe,” I spit out,
trying to make him feel bad for his mother’s Italian heritage,
though I’m pretty sure he’s a born-and-bred New Yorker.
“But we have standards in NYC,” I finish
stonily, giving him the iciest glare I can manage. This isn’t worth
it, not even for Angus Lions.
“Come on, Emmalee, let’s go,” I say decidedly
and look at my friend, finding her looking squeamish in her
seat.
I’m sure my eyes are shooting daggers after
she finally decides to meet my gaze, long seconds after my
statement. But instead of compliance, which she usually serves, I
can only see apologies.
“Looks like you’re on your own, sugar,”
Kaiden says cheerfully and I finally give off a dramatic sigh,
purse my lips and try to leave with my head held high.
I realize too late my heel is broken and go
down in a flurry, pulling down a whole tablecloth with me, along
with all of the cutlery.
Of course.
And because that isn’t good enough, I also
manage to end up with my head in Kaiden Hunter’s lap.
Which he seems to be enjoying, given his
immediate groan.
“I was gonna buy you a drink first,
Princess,” he says softly so only I can hear, and I get up with a
flushed face, ready to scream my head off.
Instead, a waiter rushes forward and fusses
over me, asking me if I need a doctor.
I ignore it, ignore them all. I step out of
my broken heels and set off for the door, barefoot.
It is only when I’m on the street that I
remember I forgot my coat and my purse along with my cellphone and
wallet.
Breathing deeply, I remind myself who I
am.
Francesca DeMarco.
Stunning beauty, heiress to a multi-billion
dollar hotel empire.
Long-legged, silky-haired, blue-eyed blonde
with a 24-karat smile and a rich Daddy.
No-one fucks with me and gets away with
it.
Chapter 2
KAIDEN
I met a girl today.
Fuck, I'm a walking cliché, aren't I?
But this one really is special. And I don't
mean the size of her tits, or the tightness of her pussy, or
anything else of that matter. I mean her ... all of her.
She's feisty, she's got a big mouth, yet she
somehow manages to stay so classy, centered and sophisticated.
She's all I imagined my girl would be someday ... if I were the
type to get tied down.
But as soon as I meet this girl, I can
actually imagine myself doing just that. Being with one person
only, because she' that great and it's enough.
My mother Ava Hunter is a movie actress, you
see. So when you grow up with five different Daddy figures and your
real Dad doesn't give a shit about you in general, you become a
different kind of person.
I'm not blaming my Mom for any of this, you
have to know. It's just the way I am.
But this ... thinking I could be with one
girl, and one girl only, happened for the first time in my entire
life. And it's all because of Francesca DeMarco, a gorgeous, long
legged, silky haired heiress of NYC.
She's snobby. She's annoying. She's hot
as fuck.
As soon as I saw her, an insane desire to
make her mine came over me, something I've never felt before. Sure,
I've been attracted to girls - her friend Emmalee is a prime
example - but never like this.
So I do what I'm best at.
I make fun of her, mocking her, teasing
her.
I take it so far, she actually storms out of
the restaurant where we're having lunch.
Great job, Kaiden.
I'm quiet for the rest of the evening, but
Emmalee is all over me. I can tell it's superficial, this
attraction she feels for me. I don't think I could tell her a thing
about myself that she would genuinely care about. She saw the
photos, heard the story, and she just wants a piece of me.
Somehow, we end up in my apartment in the
early afternoon.
She's insistent, trying to get me to fuck
her, I'm sure. But it's like a switch has gone off in my head, and
try as I might, I
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