Passion et Secret

Passion et Secret

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Romance
Mon plan de vie est d'être heureuse pas parfaite. Ses parents sont reporters dans le monde entier et depuis presque toujours Natasha vit avec son grand frère Théo. Ils sont vraiment proches et ce dernier veille au bien de sa sœur. L'été commence, Natasha vient d'obtenir son bac et est sur le point d'intégrer une école d'arts. Durant les vacances, elle fait la rencontre d'un jeune homme impétueux, sans se douter qu'elle le retrouverait quelques mois plus tard. Entre amour, amitié, famille, Natasha n'est pas prête de se reposer.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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