Wild Pitch (Daytona Fury, #1)

by C.L. Rose

Despite being raised in an expensive home with pretentious parents, I don’t need to be fed with a silver spoon. As long as I have access to McDonald’s french fries and Coca-Cola every now and then, I’m good. To me, those are the finer things in life.

My kind of girl LOL we’d be besties

Riggs Valentine belongs to the streets. I am not equipped, nor do I have the patience, to turn a ho of that caliber into a husband.

LMAO!!

“Ooh, I love that trope,” he says, catching me off guard. I raise an eyebrow in question. “My wife listens to smutty audiobooks while she drives. One accidentally started playing through her Bluetooth one day when I was in the car with her, and I’ve been hooked ever since.” I choke on a laugh and he smiles in response. “Best friend’s brother with a little forced proximity?” he says before kissing the tips of his fingers like a chef.

HAHAHA agree!!!!

“Mayhem is the perfect nickname for you,” he quips, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and leading me down the hall. “You’ve got me acting crazy out here.”

“Shut the fuck up and take this cunt like a good boy.” Gone. Dead. Good-fucking-bye.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh