β Scribed by Jennifer Sucevic
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Carter Prescott is one
of those guys who has it all. Wealthy familycheck. Good lookscheck.
Brains to match all that brawncheck. And lets not even talk about all
those sculpted muscles (noseriously, I dont want to talk about them).
The guy works out like its his job. Did I mention that hes one of this
years top NFL draft picks?
Sure, maybe in the beginning I was
taken in by his pretty face and gorgeous body. What girl with a beating
pulse wouldnt be? But his obnoxious presence killed any attraction I
might have felt a long time ago.
All right, finethats not altogether true.
The guy is smoking hot, okay? There, I admitted it. Sheesh. But that doesnt mean hes not a conceited jerk.
Carter
is my cousins best friend, and thanks to the fugue state I must have
been in when I agreed to this living arrangement, hes my roommate for
senior year. Everything would be fine if he would just stop messing with
me. But hes incapable of restraining himself. So when he takes his
antics too far, who can blame me for retaliating in kind?
Carter
wants to bring a hookup back to the apartment for the night? Fine by me.
Is there any real harm done if I ambush them in the morning and
introduce myself as his baby mama? Am I taking things too far if I whip
up a batch of laxative laced brownies so hell crap himself all over the
field?
Nope, I dont think so
The real question is how Im
going to make it through eight more months without slowly wrapping my
fingers around his... throat and squeezing tight.
Im sorry, did you think I was going to say something else?
Please, as if that would happen
*This is a mature New Adult novel with strong language and sexual situations intended for readers over the age of 18*
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