whenever i have time and or something already written and ready to go
DISCIPLINE + [listen] » 15 songs for V&G in COI.
01. Crazy In Love - Kadebustany (Beyoncé cover) // 02. Sweet Dreams - Emily Browning // 03. Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey // 04. Coming Down - The Weeknd // 05. Sweet Dreams - Jessica Sanchez (Beyoncé cover) // 06. Teeth - Lady Gaga // 07. Love Don’t Cost A Thing - Jennifer Lopez // 08. Dark Horse - Katy Perry // 09. I Put A Spell On You - Nina Simone // 10. Haunted - Beyoncé // 11. Fragile - Tech N9ne ft. Kendrick Lamar // 12. Bailando - Enrique Iglesias // 13. Rollercoaster - Justin Bieber // 14. Tessellate - Alt-J // 15. Power And Control - Marina & The Diamonds //
01: Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys // 02: Crave You (Adventure Club Dubstep Remix) - Flight Facilities // 03: The Scientist - Coldplay // 04:Try - Nelly Furtado // 05: Maps - Maroon 5 // 06: Fight For You - Morgan Page // 07: All Of Me - John Legend // 08: Hearts A Mess - Gotye
Conflict of Interest
Gonzalo Higuain is a known bachelor. The owner of one of the most lucrative and well known hotels on the Vegas strip. Women flock at his feet, men envy him. But there is more than meets the eye with this hotel mogul. He has a secret life that could ruin his career if it were to ever see the light of day. Add to his already chaotic life a stunning, hardheaded brunette and a spoiled, irresponsible little sister and he might just end up losing his mind.
Okay, fine I admit it. The money is nice, so is the apartment, the clothes and the jewelry; everything he gives me is nice. I don’t have to worry about having enough cash in my wallet to pay for my groceries and it’s nice to know that my electricity won’t be cut off because I didn’t have enough money to cover the bill. He takes good care of me, real good care of me. All I have to do is keep my pretty little mouth shut and I have everything I ever want, of course there’s a cost, there always is.
You see I’m a five foot three, one hundred and ten pound, twenty three year old brunette with daddy issues, if you can call them that. My father left my mom and me when I was only six, it was up to my mama to bring home the bacon, and she did. You see my mom turned into a street walker the moment my old man bailed on us. With the money she earned from sleeping with random men she managed to get us a tiny flat, there was always food in the fridge and I was never walking around barefoot. But my mama was hardly ever around and when she was she was too busy worrying over the pile of bills to have a tea party with me. So I guess it comes to no surprise that with that upbringing I turned out a little less than perfect.
It’s not like I’m some crack whore who sleeps around, no, I don’t turn tricks for an ounce of coke. I don’t work the streets and I sure as hell don’t blow any random guy. The only crime I have committed is getting involved with the wrong crowd and that wasn’t even my fault. It’s not like I went out looking for a mobster. He found me.