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“Hi, Naomi. Matt Kingston.” Fuck. Me.

"So when you told me to call you if I ever ran into someone famous, that was just for shits and giggles?" "Is there some hot celeb action going on down at Marietta's, then? Some underage starlet getting drunk?" I know of Marietta's. It's a mid-level club. Not exactly where celebs go to see and be seen. It might get a few C- and D-listers now and again, but those aren't the people who will help me keep my job. "Actually," Matt yells over the noise, "I'm pretty sure I'm looking at Raphael Fontaine."

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

I watched him control his temper for a moment before he finally opened his eyes and held my gaze. “Are you falling in love with Amanda?” His question sent a jolt through me, making me freeze in place. Falling in love with Amanda? The thought alone is absurd, yet as I recall her scent, the way my body reacts to her presence, and the inexplicable pull I feel towards her, I can't deny there's something stirring within me, but I won’t accept it; it can’t be possible. “How absurd,” I gave out a bitter scoff. “I? Love Amanda? A lady who killed my mate? Impossible,” I shook my head with a scoff. Matthew stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “So you are telling me that you are fuck

He eyed her before grasping my hand and dragging me with him. I couldn't stop laughing and seeing his reaction. He looks really irritated right now. "Come on, stop portraying that look on your face, it doesn't suit you, you know." "I don't like those girls. They're too clingy" he hissed. "You can't blame them, Matt. You're a public figure, everyone knows you plus, you're one hot guy so, so what were you expecting from them?" I said. He stopped walking and turned to face me. "Did you just say, I'm one hot guy?" He asked, with a raised brow at me.

Her purse swayed by her high-heeled feet as she catwalked, offering smiles and waves to the students she passed. “Is she a student here?” I asked, unable to help myself. “She doesn’t look like a teenager.” Emorie blanched as she turned to me, “You don’t know who that is?” I glanced at the woman once again, coming up blank. “Am I supposed to?” “That’s Elizabeth Steinfeld. She’s a senior staff here. But—” She shot me a look, “She’s also King Killian’s very public girlfriend.” My eyes widened, “King Killian as in, The Lycan King? The most powerful man in the realm King Killian?”

Lena Rafe stood quickly, moving infront of me. “Get out.” “Oh, no,” Matteo said, pulling out his phone. “Lucian’s gonna love this.” “Matteo, don’t.” I stood, yanking my shirt on. “Please.” He hit send. “Too late, sweetheart.” Rafe grabbed him by the collar, slamming him into the fridge. “You fucking snake.” “And you’re a dead man,” Matteo said, laughing. “Falling for her? Rookie move.”

A thought I definitely had not meant to share. "But he's so hot." Jessica's scream was immediate and ear-splitting. "KAIRA!" My face went completely red. I tried to pull my hands away, tried to break the connection, but Jessica was holding on tight, laughing so hard she was almost crying. "Oh my God, you think he's hot! You have a crush on Professor Zane! On the Alpha!" I was shaking my head, trying to deny it, but my burning cheeks were giving me away completely. Jessica's mother was now laughing too. "Alright, alright," she said, finally releasing my hand and reaching up to unclasp the necklace. "I think I've had enough here."

“I assure you it won’t go that way with me.” “Oh? How will it go?” Seriously? She’s asking this? Matt thought with surprise. “Um, have you ever seen movies that had sex in them?” “Yes, I mean not the really dirty ones; just movies that happen to have lovemaking in them. Actors make it look more . . . well . . . they make it look great.” “It is great if done correctly.” “I . . . I trust you. What do you want to do first?” Matt was in it now and he was going to take it to the finish line. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

This was the usual Matt walking towards me as I got out of the car – dressed very casually in baggy shorts and a loose, faded T-shirt from University of British Columbia, dirty blonde hair showing some streaks of gold of the sun. My friends said that he was very hot, that he looked like a younger version of Bradley Cooper's lighter hair. Sure, he was handsome, but he wasn't a movie star to me. beautiful cinema, but only Matt, the boy I had grown up with. — Merilee? He cocked his head in puzzlement. Your blue eyes, the color of fine jeans