Description
I feel his gaze on me as I walk over to the chair where my dress is resting. As I pull his shirt over my head, his eyes travel down my naked body before I cover it by slipping on my dress. When I turn around and meet his eyes, the intensity in them throws me off and I find myself staring back at him with the same intensity. He slowly walks up to me, leans down close to my ear and in a husky voice, he asks, "Are you trying to get fucked?" My breath hitches and I reply breathlessly, "It's not like it's your first time seeing me." ____________________________________________________________________ Cynthea Romero, a first year university student, had her entire life planned out. Along with a few design courses, she would finish her business program at Columbia and hopefully start her own fashion line within a couple years of graduating. Well, that was her plan until her best friend died in a car crash and her life took an unexpected turn. During the days after the tragedy, Cynthea finds herself drifting away from the people she cares about the most and closer to an empathetic stranger. She believes that he's helping her slowly heal from the accident but little does she know that he's just creating a scar that will never stop bleeding.
Prologue
