The Entrepreneur

The Entrepreneur

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"You can't love me..." I sighed, my chest caving in while I looked away from her. "That's just too bad, you've captured me, mind, body and soul. Your past isn't going to push me away." She whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "Well maybe you should steer clear of me, Grace, I'm not your type. And I'm sure as hell not going down this path with you." I spat back at her, my words laced with venom. With that, I spun on my heel and walked away but I'll never forget the look on her face. Her beautiful small face was riddled with hurt and I was the one to blame. I loved her, yes, but I know that once we started, it'd end very quickly. I'm not risking the woman I love finding out my past, it'd kill her, literally.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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