Description
I watched him through the mirrored window that stood between us. He sat with his well-built arms folded across his chest. He wore a black button down shirt and black skinny jeans. He was dark. And he was mysterious. He looked up like he knew I was watching and a dimpled smirk flashed across his face making my heart flutter. I draw in one deep breath and walk into the interrogation room. "Hello, Mr. Styles," I said, cold and brief as I slam his file onto the table. He watches me as I take a seat opposite him, biting his lip. "Hello there," He replied, as he unfolded his muscular arms and rest them on his thighs. I was warned about him, and his devilish charm. If only I knew that not even I could evade him, and if only I knew it was Game On.
Prologue
