Curtis Reid

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗲-𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿. It was just a one-night stand. Curtis Reid. Self-made billionaire. surf champion. Stoic. Grumpy. He’s the man whose taste I can’t get off my lips. He’s cold waves. I’m warm sand. Our pull to each other is raw, hungry, and inevitable. My stalker closes in, and Curtis’ protective grip tightens. He moves me into his fortress-like penthouse, his haunted eyes tracking my every move. And rising tension that kind of love Because two pink lines change everything.