Gianni and Me

Chapter One

Hiiii, fellow book lovers! 

First off, thank you so much for giving my story a chance! 

Ahh, this is my FIRST WATTPAD STORY EVER. I'm very, very excited and hopeful that you like it! I grew up reading Wattpad stories, so this is like coming back home to me. 

I do have the book written, but I wanted to release a chapter a week! Kind of like a TV show. :) I'll never wait longer than a week. That way, I'll give myself time to write and fully edit so that you can have the best reading experience here!

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YOU GUYS. I have created characters in this that I either relate to, or would want to be best friends with! I did give descriptions of the characters, but I really want you to imagine what you want with Liam and Olive, in regards to image! As I've been writing and creating this world of Olive & Liam, I've really fallen in love with each character. I hope you do too! 

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I really did go all out with this book and the circumstances- it is FULLY FICTION - none of the characters, circumstances, or organizations are real.  

Happy reading!! 

All my love,

A

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It must've been the new environment. I obviously have been feeling unsteady in this new city to seek out comfort like this. 

Surely, this is a one time mistake that will never grace my mind again. Or... I look up at the very handsome stranger buttoning up his black dress shirt. Tattoos adorn his back, chest, shoulders, arms and a few cover his hands. Not too many, but definitely not a small amount. 

He really is muscular. Tall, too. Both are things I never kept on my list of "male requirements", but I definitely understand why people like those things. Especially after what just transpired. My last boyfriend could barely piggyback me. 

I decided, stupidly enough, to go dancing with some work friends; though dancing wasn't the problem. My homesickness mixed with a bit of tequila, was the problem. And the way he stared me down, like a panther who found its next meal for the night... I couldn't resist. His dark eyes had added to his mystery and pulled me to him. And the black, curly hair? My fingers screamed  to run through the strands. "Just one touch." They begged me. "And maybe a little walk around the sharp bones in his face." I learned only last night that my fingers are greedy little things. 

I don't do things like this. I simply don't. I've had one long-term relationship of three years in college, where I gave him everything; heart, soul, life, and body. But that's it. My life goal has been career, career, career. Never, ever, have I hooked up with a hot, random stranger at a club. Until tonight, apparently. No going back. The damage, no matter how enjoyable at the time, is done. Do I regret it now? I search my brain for any sour feeling. Nothing. 

I peak up at him again. His brows are furrowed in concentration as he buckles his belt, his full lips pursed. The look makes me want to jump him all over again. Of course, I won't. Definitely not that desperate for human interaction. 

We came back to my place. Foolish of me, I know, but I wanted to be someone a little more free than my typical nine-to-five, coffee shop/ book store owner self. I wanted to seem fearless. I read in a magazine that being bold is sexy, so I thought I'd try it out. Granted, I probably should've offered to buy him a drink, or initiated the first kiss rather than bring him into my home... but can't take any of it back now.