Zoe Clark doesn’t stand a chance.
As Hollywood’s favorite piece of man-candy, I’ve screwed hotter and blown off sexier.
But listening to my new personal trainer shout commands while on location in the Seychelles is its own kind of sweet torture.
Because her wicked curves, smart mouth, and violet-streaked hair captivate me more than they piss me off.
She makes me feel again when I’m desperate to remain numb.
Trusting her is a mistake, confiding in her is my downfall.
Because all her pretty words are lies laced with deceit.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because I’ll only end up letting you down.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. I’ll let you down because I’ll never want more than the moment. Than the now. And eventually, you will.”
“You’re giving yourself a lot of credit here, Hollywood.”
Smirking, my hands settle on her hips once more. My fingers rub the flimsy fabric of her dress, pulling it taut. I want to rip it from her body, lay her down on the white sand, and take everything she offers.
I won’t take her slowly. And it sure as fuck won’t be sweet.
I want to devour her in a carnal way that imprints on the backs of her eyelids, so every time she closes her eyes, each fucking blink, she sees me. I will ruin her for every man who comes afterwards. Consume her entirely until she combusts, the only proof of my pillage a goddamn sand angel, to be drowned in the sea before dawn.
“Then prove me wrong, Violet.” It’s the last out I give her, a small pause.
A gasp drops from her lips. Her eyes shine, a glorious gold that will undoubtedly dim the longer she knows me. It’s subtle, the way her back arches. The flutter of her eyelashes, small half-moon shadows brushing against the delicate curve of her cheeks.
It’s everything. It’s the permission I need to drop my head and take. Drink the sweetness of her intentions. Steal the light that resides in her soul.
Corrupt her brightness and let it meld with all the dark that fills the cavity of my chest.
Forcing Eli to hate me shatters my heart.
It devastates me more than watching him fall back into the arms of his ex-girlfriend.
It cuts deeper than pretending I don’t care.
But I do it to protect his future happiness; I do it for him.
Eli swallows the lies I feed him and exhales them as twisted truths.
He discovers my secret and embraces the anguish crippling my soul.
Relentless. Determined. Desperate.
I couldn’t push him away again if I tried.
And I’m done trying.
A Jersey girl at heart, Gina has spent her twenties traveling the world, living and working abroad, before settling down in Ontario, Canada with her husband and three children. She’s a voracious reader, daydreamer, and coffee enthusiast who loves meeting new people. Say hey to her on social media or through www.ginaazzi.com.