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Je m’appelle Jamie Atwood, et je suis addict. Je n’aurais jamais cru dire une telle chose un jour. Je n’ai jamais eu aucun problème de ce genre avec quoi que ce soit de toute ma vie. Je viens d’une famille moyenne, j’avais de bonnes notes à l’école, et même une petite amie cheerleader canon... mais la vérité, c’est que rien ne me touchait vraiment, au fond de moi. Alors comment un type insensible comme moi a-t-il pu devenir accro ?
J’ai rencontré Michael Kage, voilà comment.
Kage est lutteur de MMA. Un lutteur très connu. J’aime bien me dire que c’est grâce à moi qu’il l’est devenu.
Il est tellement charmant, avec un physique à faire pâlir une star de cinéma et du talent à revendre. Alors pourquoi a-t-il eu besoin de m’engager comme apprenti publicitaire ? C’est simple : il a une part obscure en lui, comme un trou noir tellement profond qu’il pourrait l’engloutir, ainsi que moi et tout notre entourage... et ça, ce n’est pas bon pour le business.
La première fois où je l’ai rencontré, j’ai ressenti une attraction. Je pense que c’est pile à ce moment-là que mon addiction a commencé. Et même si j’avais su à l’époque ce que je sais maintenant, je serais quand même tombé amoureux de lui. Comment pourrait-il en être autrement ?
Kage est tout pour moi.
294 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 25, 2015









"You can breathe, Jamie." Kage said near my ear.
"I'm not going to eat you."
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Took me by surprise*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
Kage— the man I’d only hours ago claimed as my soulmate, the man I’d changed everything for, the man I felt like I would die without seeing for eleven days— was walking out of my life. And all I could do was lie there in my parents’ backyard, with my pants around my knees and my heart in my throat, and cry myself dry.






I lay there feeling him pressed against me in the dark, listening to the sound of his breathing. I didn't dare move, because I was afraid he might let go of me.
He just had the kind of face you had to keep checking, to confirm that it was indeed as unnaturally handsome as you remembered.
"You say you want to get to know me? You'll know everything soon enough, because you'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. It's your nature. You'll know my deep, dark secrets. My fears. All of the ugly things that you will struggle to keep the public from catching wind of. Because I assure you - if you never listen to another word I say, listen to this - I am ugly. I am dark, and I'm bad, and I'm rotten to the core."
"You keep threatening I'm going to get to know you, but I'm not seeing it. It seems like you have this security system that I can't breach, and every time I get close, a silent alarm goes off and you batten down the hatches."


He was so incredibly larger than life. I’d never met anyone who made me feel so insignificant, so lacking. Either he sensed my unease and purposely came to the rescue, or he was oblivious to it, because he continued on smoothly.

I’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal… I wanted it, loved it, needed it like I’d never known I needed anything in my life.
“That’s what I do, Jamie. I hurt people. Do you know what they call me in there?
They call me the Machine. Do you think you can have feelings for a machine?”

