Axel Pierson had always been your typical rich play boy. The sight of him and his charms just spelled danger with a capital 'D'. He'd flirt, he'd charm, he'd lie--the worst thing was, he didn't seem to know the difference. He had more than just pick up lines up his sleeves; he'd surely buy you a drink too.
Then came the fateful night in Vegas, one when he brought margarita to the wrong girl. He never had the chance to show the poor girl his skills when it came to one night stands--he took her straight to the altar.
And so with her drunken giggle and his intoxicated state, "I do"s came in order.
To say that Price Anderson was furious when she woke up half naked with a cheap wedding ring on her hand was an understatement. She came to Vegas to forget her cheating bastard of an ex boyfriend, and she got herself involved with a future ex-husband.
She was mad.
Massively, truly, deeply, mad.
But what else can you do when the alcohol decides for you?
Some call it fate...
They call it vodka.
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Axel and Price
RomanceAxel Pierson had always been your typical rich play boy. The sight of him and his charms just spelled danger with a capital 'D'. He'd flirt, he'd charm, he'd lie--the worst thing was, he didn't seem to know the difference. He had more than just pick...
