Mr. Right
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I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."Complete
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ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? sᴏᴘʜɪᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛᴏʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀsʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍᴜʟᴛᴜᴏᴜs ᴡᴀʏ. ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ sᴀᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ. ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴡᴀʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ. ᴡᴀs ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴜʟᴛ? ᴡᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ? ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴɴᴇ sᴍɪᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀs ᴄᴀᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ. ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ. ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ғɪᴀɴᴄé, ᴀᴜʙʀᴇʏ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʙsᴛᴀᴄʟᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇs ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴǫᴜᴇʀs ᴀʟʟ. ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴘʜɪᴇ? ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇss ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ?
Mr. Graham
I smiles and stands up. "Thank You so much Mr. Graham." He shake my hands. "I'm very glad you'll be joining our team Ms. Veloy. We have a big project coming up and we could really use your brains," He reassure me. • • • Kamaria finished college and is now working on getting her masters in business. She hated her old job, and finds herself working for OVO ran by Mr. Graham. The pay is amazing, everyone is very welcoming and friendly, and she feels like she's progressing in her life to be as successful as she's meant to be. Successful That's what everyone wants in their life. Kamaria wants the career, the wealth, and the power that comes with it. But what about the romance #1 in Rap #3 in Drake #1 in Views Started: August 15, 2019Complete
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basically what the title says i do take requests, i will probably write smut, but it might not be good for I have never written smut before so, and also, i really ship them so yeah, enjoy!! also some mature language, you have been warnedComplete
I moved to the sink, pretending she wasn't there. My fingers rubbed the soap into a lather, the rhythm grounding me. Her gaze bore into my back, heavy and unyielding. "Um, Kartier, can we ta-" "Don't call me that," I cut her off, my voice low but sharp. The nickname sat between us like a shard of glass, a reminder of everything we weren't anymore. I focused on washing my hands, refusing to meet her eyes. Her voice softened. "Well... Karter, can we talk? Please?" I turned slowly, squinting at her. "Why now, Aubrey? After five years? You know how weird that is?" My words were harsher than I intended, but the wound was still raw, even if the scar had formed over it. Her expression faltered, the shine in her eyes turning glassy. She looked away, and I could see her swallow hard, her chest rising and falling with the weight of whatever she wanted to say. "I can explain what happened," she started, her voice fragile, almost lost. "I just... I need you to let me. I want to clear things up between us." I studied her, trying to find the truth beneath her pleading eyes. Sympathy tugged at the edges of my resolve, but I buried it deep. She had her chance, and what she did-it still burned. "Clear things up?" I let out a dry laugh, my tone hollow. "I don't care, Aubrey. I don't need your explanations or your apologies. I don't want you calling me, texting me, none of that. Just... stay away from me."
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