The Takeover by Swan T. L

Author:Swan, T. L. [Swan, T. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Adult, Humour
ISBN: 9781542017343
Amazon: B07Y82JMF8
Goodreads: 52276459
Publisher: Montlake
Published: 2020-08-27T07:00:00+00:00

Tristan

I listen to the door bang, and I smile as a warmth floods through me.

Claire Anderson makes me happy.

Stupidly fucking happy.

To the point where I’m nearly driving myself insane with my goofy grin.

I put the conditioner in my hair and screw up my face. Oh God. That shit stinks. I don’t remember it smelling like that before. I lean out of the shower and throw the small bottle into the trash can, and I see my phone dancing on the counter. The name Mechanic lights up the screen. Yes . . . my car. “Hello,” I answer, trying not to drip on the phone.

“Oh, hello, is that Tristan?”

“Yes. Speaking.”

“Hello, it’s Steven from Aston Martin calling.”

“Is my car ready to pick up?”

“No, unfortunately not. We’ve only just been able to discover what’s wrong with it. It’s had us baffled all week.”

“Oh.” I sigh. “Okay, what is it?”

“Um.” He pauses. “I don’t know how to put this.”

I frown.

“Someone has put sugar in the gas tank.”

“What?”

“Someone who had access to your key has put a shit ton of sugar in your tank. It seized the motor.”

I screw up my face. “Are you kidding me? Who would . . .” My voice trails off.

The wizard.

“Okay,” I snap. “That’s fine. Just fix it, and let me know when it’s ready.”

“Sorry, sir.”

Anger boils my blood, and I run my fingers through my hair. My scalp burns.

Oww. I pull my hand down and see it’s full of hair. My eyes widen.

What the fuck?

I grab my hair, and it comes out in chunks. “I’ve got to go,” I stammer.

“Okay, sir, so—”

I hang up on him and run to get back under the shower. My scalp is burning to fuck, and my hair feels like jelly as I try to rinse it out.

I think back to the words Harry said to me when I last saw him. “Tick. Tock.” My eyes widen in horror. That evil wizard has put hair-removal cream in my conditioner . . . and fucked up my car.

I wash my hair like a madman. I’m going to be bald. My anger erupts like never before.

“Tick. Fucking. Tock. Prepare to die, motherfucker.”

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