CloudStorm (The Perfect Storm #02)

Everyone has a nemesis.
He became mine.
Sure, he’s charming to the naked eye.
The perfect suit-wearing gentleman, scorching hot, as if he walked straight off a magazine cover.
But anyone with a brain knows better.
I know better.
He’s an arrogant prick, full of himself.
A dream crusher.
So, why can’t I focus when I’m in his presence?
Why does the control I worked so hard for vanish at the sound of his voice?
Notwithstanding there is a storm looming over me, I’m looking for my rainbow. And he, he is the sun who makes it possible.

Romance