Working for one of the richest, and most controlling men to ever grace the cover of Forbes, I should have known my smart mouth would get me in trouble. I just didn't know how much, once I caught the billionaire's eye. West St. Vincent It was lust at first sight for me, and hate at first sight for her, but that was OK. I could work with hate. The sight of Angel De Marco creeping about my kitchen shocked me from the numb haze I’d fallen into for years. She was impertinent, outspoken… mine… from the moment I laid eyes on her. She just didn’t know it yet. She’s too young for me. Too innocent. Too honest. Too good. I don’t care. She’s mine. Angel The first thing I learned about West St. Vincent, was the size of protection he used. Extra extra large, if you’re curious. I also learned that he usually dated willowy blondes with a surgery face, vapid expressions, and a vomit-worthy tendency to simper at his feet. My name is Angel DeMarco, and I’ve never simpered. A simple fact that’s about to get me in a whole lot of trouble. Extra steamy. No cliffhanger. A bite-sized romantic novella. HEA guaranteed. If you like rough alphas who fall fast and hard for a lucky girl and take no excuses or prisoners in their pursuit, then follow me and never miss a release!