ANGEL'S POV:The club was wild.Even wilder than I had realized.It took me awhile to navigate my way from the regular section of gyrating sweaty bodies, cat-callers and drunks, to the reserved VIP area of The Pavilion.Thanks to Nadia and her first-class privileges, we all had VIP passes for the evening. Although Sage had insisted that we stayed down at the regular just cause 'it was more fun.'However, once the heavily built bouncers let me through the threshold that separated the VIP section from the rest of The Pavilion, I inwardly cursed Sage for keeping us away from this city of pure luxury and sin.The whole room was cast in low red lighting, toned down music that vibrated lightly, and high-end architecture that screamed finesse and wealth. My jaw dropped at the type of magnificently dressed people lounged gracefully on couches, reeking of arrogance and an air of superiority.I almost cowered in their presence. Like if I breathed the wrong way, they'd all realize that I didn't

ANGEL'S POV:~Sage bear: Wtfff??? You're leaving w him??Naddie: Istg girl, have you been hypnotized?Me: Guys, calm down! I'll keep my location live at all times. And c'mon, don't be prudes now 😉Sage bear: WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BEST FRIEND?Naddie: Carter left the group chat...Me: omg, Nadia. ~The second I typed off those last words on my phone, it was immediately snatched away, drawing my attention back to the man who was currently flipping everything I'd ever known about myself upside down.Just like Sage, I questioned who I was in this moment. And just like Nadia, I knew this decision would forever haunt me.Well, only if Carter finds out – which he won't cause I'll make sure of it."Eyes on me, Angel." He cooed as he softly took hold of my jaw, directing my gaze to his own. God, he was breathtaking. So handsome that I was envious.He was exactly the type of man who I had no business with, yet here I was in his sleek black car, wanting a whole lot more tha

CHRISTIAN'S POV:From the second she'd walked into my space back at the club, Angel captivated me in the most unusual way. In a way most women couldn't.Perhaps in a morbidly amusing fashion, it was how much her presence reminded me a lamb playing games in a Lion's lair, asking to be slaughtered on a whim.Perhaps it was the manner in which that tight leather dress of hers hugged out every ample curve of her body, leaving a hard imprint in my mind on just how ravishing she'd look underneath. The red of her lips. The blue innocence to her eyes. The golden locks that fell in waves down her shoulder.Or maybe, it had to be how easily she reminded me of her. How effortlessly Angel embodied that light I'd once tainted in another. Whatever it was exactly, it called out to my demons in ways I couldn't resist. In ways I knew would be our ruin.Yet, every image my mind conjured were filthy flashes of what she'd look like arched like a whore for me. Of how those full lips would feel wrapped gen

ANGEL'S POV:Rule number 1 of a one-night stand; Always wake up first and sprint the hell out. Bonus points if you could do so gracefully without upsetting your bed mate.Or in this case, Christian.At the moment, his muscular arm was tightened around my waist, trapping me successfully in his web of perfectly toned flesh and tight muscles. Light rays peeked out from the corners of the window, grazing over our buck-naked bodies and highlighting the serenity that clouded his face.God, he was disastrously handsome.I sighed softly, finally giving up on my attempts to wiggle myself out of his grip. The man had proven to be immovable, like a freaking boulder or something. A rather sexy boulder who'd ingrained his compelling touch and lazy smiles in my mind.My insides tingled and heat scorched my skin as memories of being railed by Christian once again flipped my thoughts into overdrive. It was all I could see at the back of my mind - his large dick going in and out at a maddening pace

ANGEL’S POV:Somehow, I always knew it’d come to this - the day my father’s insatiable desire to get into trouble would be his ruin. And mine.I wished I could say that getting a distress call like that was a first, but that would be an ugly lie. My father dined with bad luck and had long time made his bed with trouble.He had been arrested. He had been hospitalized. He had been battered and bruised and dragged the length of a football field by debt collectors.Yet, every single week, he found a more creative way of shitting both our lives.He was after all the reason I’d lost my college tuition funds, just to save his ass from getting buried alive by angry men who chewed on debtors like him for breakfast.Yes, that’s what I do. I, Angel Winchester, the miserable savior of her old man. Tirelessly. Repeatedly. Annoyingly. Even the best of saints would be fed up at this point, yet I couldn’t afford to because he was all I had left.If I lost him…My heart plunged to their depths just at