Trust Fall With EAMON RODGE
[MATURE CONTENTS, NO RAPE, VIOLENCE, DARK]
She didn't realize she was slowly falling deeply for the handsome billionaire who always hid in the shadows, shrouded in darkness and mystery. Despite the blaring alarm in her head screaming 'danger alert,' she just had to trust him.
But he wasn’t just a wealthy heartthrob; he was a bad boy with sinister intentions. He became her weapon for revenge, an addiction that transformed her into a villain.
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Eamon's gaze flicked to the name tag on her uniform, which read "Mia." He smirked, clearly aware of the deception. "Heather, do you think you can save your life from me in a hospital?" he teased.
"Well, if... if you're a disease," Heather retorted, trying to regain some semblance of control.
Eamon chuckled softly, a chilling sound. "Sure I am. A terminal one."
"Anyway, Mr. Eamon, sorry for taking things the wrong way this morning. Perhaps you thought I was mocking your blindness by saying you changed my clothes," she said sincerely.
"It's alright," Eamon replied, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I saw everything though."
Heather blinked in confusion. "Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?"
Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of emerald green eyes.
"You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate.
Heather: "...."
Eamon's eyes bore into hers, a predatory glint in them. "You can't hide from me, Heather. Not in a hospital, not anywhere."
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Last Updated: 2024-10-06
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Last Updated: 2024-10-06
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Last Updated: 2024-10-06
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Last Updated: 2024-10-03
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Last Updated: 2024-07-19
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Last Updated: 2024-07-18
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