Prologue
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“Don’t you think you’re too young to smoke and attend parties?”
A low husky voice fanned over my bare shoulder.
I snapped my eyes open and saw the most gorgeous man alive towering over me, his lips curled into a smirk. My breath caught when he leaned closer, his scent mixing with the Miami night air like a drug.
“Do you need a handkerchief for your drool?”
“I’m Trust,” I said, extending my hand like an idiot, completely hypnotized.
“Trust,” he repeated slowly, like he was tasting it.
Then I kissed him.
I didn’t know his name. I didn’t know he’d be in my house the next morning.
Or that he was my mother’s fiancé.
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