THE FALL OF TROY (The Odyssey Duet #1)
by Dr. Rebecca Sharp
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Love is angry. Love is blind.
Love is envious and loathful.
And I loathed Léo Baudin. My new art professor. My enemy.
I didn’t move to Rhode Island for this. I came to forget the Troian Milanovic I’d left behind and start fresh where the damage and betrayal couldn’t follow.
But Professor Baudin wouldn’t let me.
Cold. Caustic. Captivating. He didn’t just push my buttons…
He lit them all up with the indifferent smirk of an aristocratic French asshole.
But how much I loathed him only made my need for him stronger.
To have him would be either victory or loss. There would be no compromise.
To have him would be war.
So I fought back.
But I was Troy. And he was the wooden horse, full of dangerous secrets I never saw coming.
I was the one who invited him inside my walls, celebrating without seeing through his disguise.
And under the cover of darkness, he laid siege to my body, my mind, and finally, my heart.
“Who told you?” I demanded, my lip quivering as the last of my tears tumbled down my cheek. “Who told you about my dad?”
His smirk was hard and fast.Careless. Like a hit and run, it left me shaking. My nipples poked against the fabric of my t-shirt, the stupid flower one I had on the other week. My hips pressed back against the door, a reflex so that they didn’t press against him. My thighs locked together, trying to stop his words from tapping more moisture from between them.
“No one had to tell me,” he ground out, staring intently at my lips that interrogated him. “It’s written all over your face that you’re searching for someone to fill Daddy’s shoes. Poor little girl searching for someone to give her attention and tell her that she’s pretty and perfect and smart.” Each word was spat out like it was a curse, one that made my stomach boil.
I hated him.
I hated him with every molecule of oxygen in every breath I took and every beat of my heart.
I hated him with the burning of a thousand suns.
“And what about you?” I shot back. “Aren’t you just searching for a quick screw to try and make you forget how miserable you are?”
About the Author:
Dr. Rebecca Sharp, while using a pen name, is actually a doctor living in Pennsylvania with her husband - the love of her life.
She enjoys working in her practice with her father as well as letting her creativity run free as an author. Growing up she's always loved a good love story and finally decided to give writing one of her own a go.
After graduating with her doctoral degree, she now enjoys spending that thing called free time traveling with her husband, cooking, and knitting.
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