Elliott Wescott has never been one to play by the rules, she's bad, bold and unapologetically herself.
But she's also on the verge of being kicked out of university and her parents have had enough.
In attempt to get her under control she's shipped...
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Perched on a sun lounger, cocktail in hand, sun kissing my body and the sound of the ocean crashing in the background.
Ahhh, this is the life.
I sip on my cocktail- sex on the beach; just the way I like it, heh. And spot an 11/10 emerging from the water, his eyes lock on mine as he shakes the water from his hair, a panty dropping smirk stretches across his lips and his hands rakes through his sandy blond hair, muscles rippling in all of the right places. Oh my days. I draw my bottom lip in between my teeth and raise my eyebrows suggestively; inviting him to join me for a... 'cocktail. He obliged and starts making his way towards me, my heart rate increasing tenfold.
By the time he reaches me, I'm just about ready to melt into a puddle. Undressing me with his eyes (and me returning the gesture), he opens his mouth to speak. "You're looking a little l-"
*beeeeeeeep* *beeeeeeep*
Oh bloody hell, what a time for my alarm to go off. Groaning and throwing my head back into the pillow I reach around on the bedside table for the electronic cockblock, quickly tapping stop. Rolling over and looking through the curtains, I can see the sun is barely up, ugh, today sucks already.
I pull myself up into the seated position, my body feeling like a bag of bricks from shopping literally until I dropped yesterday; the only thing that had a better work out was my credit card, that'll teach 'em. Oh, who am I kidding, it's not like they're even going to notice.
"Time for a cold shower," I mutter to myself as I untangle my limbs from the mess of sheets, then plodding into the bathroom and turning on the shower.
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I've decided that just because it's my first day in hell doesn't mean I can't look smoking. I pull on a pair of black, ripped, high waisted jeans, shrug into a large, pale grey 'Nirvana tee that swoops off my left shoulder, exposing my black lacy bra strap and tying it into a knot above my naval. I decide to go for comfort over heels and slip on a pair of white Converse. My long golden hair is falling in natural waves down to my waist, tamed only with a bit of anti-frizz serum.
