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Avery
I know I don't feel things the way other people do, it's like I'm empty and hollow on the inside,
I mimic people's emotions, to pass off as normal.
A family that came and went when I reached the age of 18.
I barely remember my father and mother's face, when it's not through a phone screen.
I have worked too hard to lose my place, and when I'm moved to London for a more permanent position for my law company.
Leaving me in search of a new home designer and interior wise.
That's when trouble hits my door.
A redhead, with fiery green eyes and a bratty mouth who can't seem to keep it shut.
Harper Monroe.
My little menace.
A pain in my fucking heart, if I had one.
She fights me at every turn, makes crude jokes, tests me when she thinks I won't break.
But then the thing with ice is, it doesn't always break, sometimes it melts.
Harper
I was trouble, loud, and sometimes though a lot of the time caught in the wrong crowd
Mostly it ended up happening when I went to parties, trying to dull the void that sits in my heart now.
I am in a constant battle of telling a lie and telling the truth, but the truth never seems to come to the surface, only the lies that I can only hold off on for so long.
They think my family is rich like theirs, which isn't a complete lie, at least not until a year ago.
They think my boyfriend makes me happy, but what they don't know is it's all a lie.
But when a new job surfaces I can't afford to not take it.
But that's when the job is to not only design a home and create it, but it's also to work alongside the customer.
The cold woman whose eyes pass over me, but somehow when I watch her, she catches me watching her right back, and instead of looking away, she holds eye contact like she's intrigued before she catches herself.
I tease her, I taunt her, I test her at every opportunity.
I flirt and she snaps, I touch her and she snaps, but when it's the roles reversed.
Well that's a different story entirely.