A slow burn romance story illustrating the collision of two different worlds.
In the enchanting world of "Midnight Muse," bubbly and innocent Aurelia, a talented painter with an affinity for pastel dreams, finds herself colliding with the rugged an...
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AURELIA
Atticus had left his number by my nightstand, along with a handwritten note that said to call him if I needed anything.
I spent the entire day fidgeting, looking back at the cursive handwriting as I tried to muster up the courage to thank him again.
I didn't want to be near him because of our short lived past and how I immediately fled California after what happened with my father.
He was not a good man, however, seeing what happened in front of my own eyes scarred me in ways I did not deserve.
I never gave Atticus the chance to explain and snuggling up to a man affiliated with someone so dangerous made me never want to see him again.
Yet here I am: two years later being put to bed by the man himself.
I put the handwritten note in my purse, deciding to keep it handy in case I wanted to contact him.
Maya is going to pick me up later tonight with her boyfriend so that we could go to a rooftop lounge together. I dislike third wheeling but I never feel left out with them.
Maya Papaya We're here!!!! Come outside
Seen 9:45pm
Once I'm in the car I greet the both of them and we head off downtown.
I'm quite anxious to go somewhere as such, considering it is not my usual place to go and it's quite late already.
☁️
An hour had passed and Maya had introduced me to many people, allowing me to make new friends and many men who... wanted to marry me.
My social battery had long abandoned me and my bladder was crying for release.
Free me.
I had managed to find an empty restroom upstairs near the bedrooms.
My face had scrunched up at the sound of moaning and yelling from the room behind me.
Dear Lord. I hope I am not an accessory to murder.
The sudden feeling of impact on my knees and ringing in my ears had stunned me into realisation that I was shoved to the hard tile floor of the bathroom.
"Hi sweet girl, are you okay?"
"I'm good, excuse me." I attempted to make my way past the man, my gut feeling telling me that my bladder could suffer a little longer as long as I wasn't near him.
