Angol
Eli Simms
Sexy as sin.
Hollywood's rising star.
A voice that makes me weak in the knees.
He's the perfect package, wrapped in the prettiest paper, with a giant red bow tied around him.
He's the kind of man I swore I'd never be attracted to, yet I've read every article ever written on the man. I know I should stay far away. Especially since all signs point to heartbreak.
Mine to be specific.
I can't though.
Because the second I fell at his feet, I felt something. And I'm not talking about what he was hiding under the tiny towel wrapped around his waist.
Though... I felt that too.
I felt the spark.
The look on his face said he sensed it too. Then again, he's a great actor.
And me?
I avoid the spotlight at all costs. A decision I made a long time ago. One he has me reconsidering with every stolen glance, heated stare, and panty-melting smirk.
Taylor Rush
Pouty lips.
Hair as soft as silk.
Sandy-brown eyes I can't help but get lost in.
She's not your typical Hollywood starlet. In fact, she's the opposite and that's why I like her. She doesn't care that I'm becoming famous. That my face graces the covers of magazines every week.
The thing is, neither do I.
Do I want to be a star? Sure, but not at the cost of who I am.
And she sees through every bullshit line I give her. She calls me out, her witty banter refreshing in a city filled with fake everything.
From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was different. I also knew I wanted her to be mine.
She wants me too but she's fighting it.
And I'm ready to break down all the walls she's erected between us. I've never backed down from a challenge.
