Styling Styles || h.s.

Styling Styles || h.s.

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How do you think it feels to be a hair stylist in a hair salon in the rich part of town? Stressing. You get one thing uneven by just a little bit, you get sued. And I've been sued- I'm in debt. Being poor doesn't help. But one day, a man came in. He was different- he chose me. Literally chose me. He got his bodyguard to interrupt my cutting of Parker's gorgeous long blonde hair, just for me to curl his hair. And guess what- he never stopped. I had to style Style's hair. BOOM! I JUST DID THAT. Alright, if you see any grammar, spelling etc. mistakes, please comment! AND PLEASE COMMENT IF YOUR READING! I DONT KNOW IF ITS JUST ME CHECKING FOR READERS OR IF ITS YOU! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COMMENT VOTE AND SHARE TO YOUR FRIENDS!
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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