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Enemies With Benefits {E.W.B} Editing✓
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  • Reads 285,822
  • Votes 5,089
  • Parts 68
  • Time 4h 35m
Complete, First published Jul 12, 2018
Mature
Like friends with benefits, but enemies. Usually, it's angry sex, but in a good way. 

Two enemies that are sexually involved with each other, but are not allowed to have feelings involved, as this makes the whole system crash. But in this case, they'll develop feelings for each other. Enemies by day, sexual enemies by night. They are not allowed to tell anyone, either or go on dates, but in this case, they will. They do it all indoors and it has to be done by night or in a very dark place they can't be found.

Elijah and Davina hate each other like how a cat hates a rat and will hunt to eat it's head off. But they are actually having wild, crazy sex behind close doors. It is called, Enemies With Benefits.


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"Did you hear about Davina and Elijah?"

"No, did they finally fought?"

"No! they had sex."

"Enemies with Benefits. Sweet."


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Enemies With Benefits {E.W.B} by Krystal Francis.

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Krystal Francis
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