Light. (Sequel To Ride)

Light. (Sequel To Ride)

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*completed* *SEQUEL TO RIDE* [please read that story first.] "If I could go back in time that's what I would do, I'd tell that sad lonely kid sitting in his jail cell cutting his arms and crying that one day he's going to get better. He's going to learn to forgive and accept himself. He's going to learn that you can get help." He took a deep breath and smiled. "I would tell myself that I am going to find a woman, that makes my life beautiful. That through all this dark bullshit is this..." He paused. "Light?" I asked. "Exactly." *will have sexual scenes *some trigger warnings* Daddykink
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"You can call me when you're lonely. I'll be your temporary fix." Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but sex and I wanted nothing more than too. I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again. He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel down in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand and conquering all over the world on the other. Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show him how to love. All Rights Reserved. 2015 Word count: 259,139

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