In the blink of an eye, everyone she’d ever known had practically become a stranger. The world she’d relied on crashed and burned, leaving the blinding truth in it’s wake, and those that surrounded her wore masks that shielded their true selves.
Only to say whoops! And expect that an apology meant shit.
But there’d been one that had seemed to understand her sorrow, her anger that had sparked and sat buried in the depths of her chest waiting to be unleashed. A fuse desperate to be set off but unsure how.
Enter Dominic Moretti.
“Guess who~” Tall as he was, Naomi in her Louboutin’s managed to cover his eyes with manicured hands. She knew better to sneak up on the family bodyguard, but her heels clicking hard against the ground had alerted him of her presence.
@dommcretti






