Dream Catchers

Dream Catchers

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"At some point, Quincy walked in. I wasn’t paying attention until Alex grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet with everyone else in the room. Here’s the thing about Quincy: he’s huge. Like, could-probably-break-a-brick-with-his-hands huge. Super muscular, hard expression, and eyes that could most likely kill you if you looked at them too long. He looked all of us up and down, then nodded and cleared us to sit. I glanced up at the clock on the wall: 9:00 on the dot. Impressive. A sudden nervousness rose in the pit of my stomach once I saw Commander White come in behind him, her face about as scared as I felt. She was trying to hide it, but it wasn’t working very well at all. Quincy sat down at the head of the table and the Commander handed him a folder stuffed with papers, then stood quietly in the back of the room. It was dead silent for a minute or so, with the exception of Blake smacking his gum obnoxiously loudly. The Admiral wasn’t one to ease into bad news, so what he said right off the bat wasn’t very surprising, 'The universe might not make it this time.'"
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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