“There’s a reason they call him NYC’s Devil Photographer.”
Fingers that should be illegal.
Mesmerizing emerald eyes.
The Devil truly is beautiful.
And I melt under his tantalizing gaze.
I made a hot mess on his bed for my first day of work.
But he took his sweet revenge.
Breaking me in, claiming my body, unraveling my heart.
I’m running from my past. He’s afraid to face his.
We can’t afford to trust each other.
This was supposed to be fun.
But what’s fun about falling in love?