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Alicia Strafford lives in a small house with her over protective step father, drunken mother, and her three older brothers who don't know the meaning of the word nice but one night, when she's looking for her cat she meets a young man but he isn't what he seems but Alicia doesn't know. Alicia starts to fall for him but what happens when you find out a secret that could break your heart and ruin your life? Alicia doesn't know, how is she supposed to push past the line of betrayal? Lust? And hatred? Can she love him for who he is or hate him for what he's done? * An agitated sigh escapes my lips and I hoist myself up onto the branch and swing one leg over one side and keep the other on the other side. I give the man a pointed look, “see? I can get him without your help.” His eyes now shine with entertainment. He nods once, “now, how are you going to get him down?” I open my mouth to answer then close it. I didn’t think about that. How am I supposed to climb back down the tree? I could barely climb up it! I hesitate, “Actually, I didn’t think about that.” *
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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