My Girl

My heart was beating so rapidly, almost as if it were going to jump out of my chest any minute now. I am 17 and him 32, I know crazy, right? There's nothing right about this "relationship". We don't belong together, we never will. He is stunning man and everything about him intoxicates me. I want him, no scratch that, I need him. I feel as his hands begin to run themselves up into my shirt causing me to shiver at the feeling. God bless those beautiful hands with long fingers, sporting those ridiculously expensive silver rings. I've been meeting with William secretly behind my parent's back. It would've been easier if my father didn't happen to know the man. I can only imagine the amount of disappointment my parents would feel if they were to find out about us. But I love him or at least I believe this is what love is. Is love feeling that you can't live without one another? Is love not being able to take your hands off each other? Is any of what we have love? My friends, surely, don't think so. They say I am blinded by the passion he makes me feel, but honestly, I don't think I care. I love being with him, actually, I crave his company when I'm not with him. He has become an addiction of mine that I don't want to get rid of. Every day, I want him more than the day before. I will never forget the day I met him, the day I became his girl.

Age-gap relationships are viewed as unacceptable to society, but what happens when a seventeen-year-old falls in love with a thirty-two-year-old businessman? Will Camila accept the life William, a handsome English billionaire, has to offer? Or will she eventually become bored of William? Or more importantly will William get bored of her?

Male character, William Sharpe, is inspired by Tom Hiddleston. However, this story is not a fanfiction, so you can imagine anyone you want.

*Disclaimer*
The story isn't edited so there are some grammatical mistakes. Sorry!

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