Victoria Smith had always been a shy girl, as no one really cared about her. She felt like she had no one in the world (well, except for her cat). One night, she finds that maybe that loneliness was about to end. "What are you doing out here all by yourself?" -Please-, take a look at the TAGS before reading. This is...
"You're not a plaything." He insisted. "Then, what am I?" I asked. "My little girl." My lips curled upwards at his response. She was just eighteen, and he was thirty-five. She was a cute socialite and he was a handsome caterer. He read her like a book, and she found her defenses...
William always knew that he was at least slightly different from the rest of his 11th grade classmates & all the signs led up to one conclusion: He had to be a little. Will William learn to accept it? Or will he keep pushing it aside like he has for the past 4 years? Will someone shed light onto his inner little?
