Nate Monson was gorgeous, obnoxiously wealthy, and a player. He was also the person who could destroy my world with a single decision. I walked into that bar looking for him. He saw me. I saw him. The chemistry sizzled between us, but no. I hated Nate Monson. I hated him with everything in me, even
Nate
โ Scribed by Sinclair, Olivia
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 33 KB
- Category
- Fiction
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