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L I A R | FIONA COLE ๐—” ๐—ฆ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐—ฃ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ธ ๐—˜๐˜…๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐˜ โค“โค“ Release Date: Jan 9th, 2020 TBR:

๐—ฃ๐—ฅ๐—˜-๐—ข๐—ฅ๐——๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—ฌ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ฅ ๐—–๐—ข๐—ฃ๐—ฌ ๐—ง๐—ข๐——๐—”๐—ฌ!!



He was my uncleโ€™s friend, and I was too young for him.

But in the heat of the moment, against the wall in a darkened hallway of an illicit club, none of those things mattered. It was just one night of giving in to what we both wanted.

I never expected to see him two years later, sitting across me during a family dinner, encouraging me to intern at his business for my college project.

On day one we both agree that repeating that night would be a mistake. But itโ€™s a mistake we canโ€™t help but make again and again.

The rules are simple. We canโ€™t tell my uncle. We have to be content with our hotel rendezvous. And we wonโ€™t fall in love.

But we both know weโ€™re liars.



I carefully twisted the knob, closing my eyes and sending a quick wish that it wasnโ€™t locked. When it fully turned, I bit my lip to hold back the smile trying to break free. I pushed the door open quickly and stepped in, shutting it softly behind me. Kentโ€™s eyes widened over his shoulder as he rinsed his hands at the sink. Leaning my back against the door, I stared for a moment, taking in his lean body, his dark hair sprinkled with bits of gray. I noticed his beard was trimmed and sporting more gray than it had when Iโ€™d last seen him. If anything, it made him sexier. โ€œHi,โ€ I whispered. My intentions were innocent when I stepped through the door, but if he were to ask, Iโ€™d do whatever he wanted; right here with my parents only a room over.


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