"He was my rival, my ruin, and the only mistake I’d make twice."
He’s my rival. My mistake. My favorite kind of problem.
I swear it was just supposed to be one night.
A drunken hate-fueled mistake between two corporate enemies.
Except now, I can’t stop thinking about him—and worse, I know he can’t stop thinking about me either.
Desmond Xandrovich is younger, cocky, and completely out of line.
He calls me Doll like he’s daring me to fall apart.
And every time I try to push him away, he pulls harder—rougher, deeper—like he knows exactly where it hurts.
But I can’t afford weakness.
Not when someone’s watching.
Not when an obsessed girl with too much power and too little sanity is blackmailing me with proof of everything I’ve done with him.
I should end it.
I should run.
But Desmond isn’t letting go.
And maybe—just maybe—I don’t want him to.
This is a story about obsession.
About lies we tell ourselves.
About pretending it’s just physical—until it’s absolutely f*cking not.
And if I end up ruined by the boy I was never supposed to want?
𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨.
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