Avery's POV
I stared at the same dirty blond haired man that I bumped into not fifteen minutes ago.
"You two...know each other?" my father asked, confused at the expressions on our faces.
"You could say that," I mused.
The mysterious gentleman smiled at me.
"Demetri Rivers. A pleasure," he greeted with a slight bow.
"Avery Elizabeth Silver," I curtsied.
"What a beautiful name," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" I asked, a smile hinting to be exposed.
He smirked and walked closer, leaning down and whispering in my ear.
"I was just saying..."
He slowly maneuvered his hand onto my waist.
"...how..."
And slithered it up and down my back.
"...beautiful the sunset it tonight," he chuckled, backing up and admiring the view outside.
I stood there, shocked, his touch still lingering on my skin. I could see the laughter dancing in his eyes, a devilish smile plastered onto his face. An evil idea sprouted in my mind and I slowly danced over to where Demetri stood. I snaked my hands up and down his back, stomach, and jawline, his eyes slowly darkening in lust. I leaned in close to his lips, breathing for a few seconds, only to pull back and prance away, my dress flowing in the wind. I could hear his deep chuckle echoing through the room and it was as if everything else just...disappeared.
"Hey Avery!"
My hair whipped around.
"Your hair smells quite lovely..."
I blushed.
"You...don't smell too bad. I guess."
He laughed, and bowed.
"Why, thank you."
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RomantizmAvery Elizabeth Silver was the most eligible bachelorette in the small town of Salem. She had everything. Looks. Wealth. Personality. Every guy in town would lay their lives on the line for a chance to win this young girl's heart. One day, her fath...
