Chained To My Bad Boy's Wild Love
“So, what kind of story do you like?”
She thought for a moment, deciding to play along with whatever scene he was trying to create. He was clearly half drunk, and maybe, in this rare looseness of his, she could learn something. “Hmm… when I was little, I loved stories about true love between a prince and a princess. You know, stuff like that.”
Vinson let her hair slip away from his fingers. “What a shame. My story doesn’t have anything you just mentioned. There’s no prince but there is someone who’d fit the role of a princess. And instead of love, there’s deception, slander, revenge. Still interested?”
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