Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
This was the exact look that started countless, beautiful love stories. However, it was also the look that led couples down an excruciating path of regret and destruction. The problem is, when you find yourself in the middle of that moment, you haven't the slightest clue as to what path it will lead you down.
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So what do you do? Well, one thing I do know is that the answer is always simple. Although, the repercussions that follow that answer are never simple.
Given my track record with sleeping around with other guys, I knew that none of them wanted anything beyond sex. These were college boys who didn't want to be tied down. Not one of them ever called me the next day or asked if I wanted to go out. Hell, not one of them ever spoke to me afterwards. It was as if I was their dirty secret that they would pay to keep hidden.
My point is, I never had to worry about the events that would follow after. I suppose they made it easy on me that way. Except it didn't do much for my feelings of self-loathing.
Elijah was nothing like those other guys. I knew for a little while now, that he wasn't looking for a one night fling. Nope. From the second he hired me as his new secretary I sensed his intentions. And, needless to say, I felt the same way deep down. I felt it so strongly it didn't matter what I would have to face tomorrow. All I knew was that I didn't want to live another day without knowing what it feels like to have him.
My fingers went to the buttons of his shirt and started pulling them apart. With a few buttons undone, I managed to slip my hand beneath the material and feel his hard chest. My excitement spiked when I caught a glimpse of some kind of ink pattern splayed across his right breast plate. He had a tattoo as well. One I longed to see.
His voice was husky when he spoke. "Now I'm the one who needs more."
I felt the hardness of him through his pants. I groaned in delight when he ground his hips against my core.
Elijah carried me down the hallway and into the master bedroom. He placed me on my feet but kept his arms wrapped around me still. His mouth crashed into mine and kissed deeply. His hands grabbing at my hip and twisting into my hair. Good god.
While he kept his focus on my mouth, I returned back to his shirt. One by one, I popped open the buttons until I had exposed his chiseled chest. I pulled away to steal a glance. My breath caught in my throat by the sight of how toned his torso was all the way down to his abdomen. The garment fell to the floor with a rough tug.
His tattoo marked the complete left side of his chest and even up his bicep. It was a strange and twisted pattern of branches. Like looking into the forest of dead trees. Not an animal or leaf in sight. How could a man make a vision of death look so beautiful with a mere ink pattern?
However, my attention snapped away from his alluring body art and fell to the numerous scars that married his skin. Now this was something I never would have expected. Across his mid-upper chest were two large scars. I could tell he had a difficult time healing from the look of how raised the healed tissue was.
