Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
I'm sorry that I'm giving you this chapter until tomorrow. It's sad and depressing and it's mean to upload something and then just leave you guys hanging but I'm tired as shit and I need some sleep to. Anyways, hope you still like this chapter about heartbreak lmao. Please comment and vote and have a good time reading. Love youu<333
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Violet Rose:
"You are such a child." my beloved cousin rolls his eyes after I happily showed him my casket-free arm by jumping around, screaming look at my arm. I don't think I'm being childish.
"Stop insulting me and look at my arm." I flick his forehead. "What about your a- oh my god." Ace walks into the kitchen and immediately spots my arm, high-fiving me on his way to the refrigerator.
"Alright guys I'm leaving." Cole announces, walking out to go to work. I asked to come with him since I have always wanted to see what the company looks like from the inside but he declined, so now I'm making my way up to Logan's room to annoy him.
He also ditched me today, saying that I'm disturbing his shower when all I did was wait on his bed and read my book out-loud to him while he was showering. I thought it was a great idea but he told me to "piss off" so I did, but I'm done with pissing off.
"I'm back." I burst into his room and plop down on his bed next to him as he raises an eyebrow at me. "What would you have done if I was naked?" he tilts his head and I feel heat crawl up my neck as I try to hold back the smile that's daring to break out on my face. "Get undressed." I shrug, blushing a hundred percent.
I wanted to tell him, I really did. But I got cold feet last minute so now it's been two weeks and I still haven't showed him my feelings for him. At least my casket's gone though. "Look." I show him my arm and he lets a small smile show through his boring straight-face facade.
I still have to wear this weird bandage around my arm but I'm just glad the neon pink casket is gone forever now. I'm sure as hell that I was under drugs when I picked out the color of that thing. "Bummer, I really liked the color of the casket." he teases, knowing how much I hated it and I pinch him in his arm as he chuckles.
"What are you doing today?" I shift more comfortable aside him, hugging my legs close to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. "I have to work." he groans, throwing his head back and I can't help but stare at his Adams apple bobbing out when he swallows. Hot- whoa.
I gasp. "Can you bring me?" I ask excitedly and he tenses. "I don't think that's a good idea." he shakes his head, getting up from the bed. "Why not?" he sighs. "The kids there are in pretty bad conditions, I don't want you to see them." "But I want to help." I huff and he licks his lips.
I roll my eyes, throwing my head back when I hear him walk closer. Gently he grabs my chin and makes me look up at me, as he's standing and I'm still sat on his bed. "Stop pouting, you can go a few hours without me." he shakes his head. "Well what do you want me to do?" I cross my arms and practically watch his eyes drift down to my pushed up tits before he looks back up at me. Men.
