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Picking Up the Pieces

Picking Up the Pieces

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 25, 2018
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Romance
"Charlotte, one medium Mocha Frappuccino!" I looked up and saw my cherished coffee sitting on the to-go counter. Quickly I clasped my hand around the cold, plastic cup and went on my way. I couldn't help but let my mind shift to a place that I dreaded. Him. ~Flashback~ One shove is all it took for me to fly down the stairs. The 12 steps that I would walk down everyday towards the living room to make sure that HE was still asleep. Passed out on the couch. The 12 steps that he pushed me down countless times before... Why was this time so different? ~End of flashback~ My thoughts were cut off my someone bumping into me. I looked up only to be met by familiar chocolate brown eyes that gazed back at me in shock. ______________________________ Hi, so this is my first serious story, so please don't hate on it. Also!!! If you have any ideas on where the storyline should go (because I have no clue where it's going) dm me and I'll take it into consideration. Thank you!!!!
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When you are bartending, substituting for a friend and a frat boy slides you a fifty, hoping you'll spend a night with him. Instead of going completely feral which would be the most expected outcome and understandably so. You tell him your boyfriend just arrived. So you saunter your butt in tight black jeans up to a tall dark and dangerous, asking him to be your pretend boyfriend. The inked grump stares down at you but acts like he hasn't heard your request so mortified beyond belief, you are about to slink back to the bar. That's when he moves. He grasps you by the belt loop of the jeans and tugs you close and goes ahead to then then kiss the breath out of you. You are so consumed by this stranger that when you hear his companion chuckle, you pull away, embarrassment coating your cheeks red. The man let's you go and says, "he's gone." You head back to the bar and a regular, aka your bestfriend stops you and asks, "Do you have any idea who you just kissed? " ***** And that ladies and gentlemen is how I met HIM, My saviour. MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Violence Sexual Abuse Most of my chapters contain triggering content. Don't read if you are faint of heart.

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