Beer Buddies

Beer Buddies

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture14 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., août 30, 2019
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Miss Jessica Moore. She's a murderer. It's simple really. When she's not killing she works as a prostitute in New York City, which makes her "hobby" much easier. They meet up at a hidden location, then she kills her customer. Sometimes just to mess around, she leaves the bodies in front of the police station with little hidden red herrings. Detective Alexander Wright. He's a detective. He's been assigned the mass male murder case. He hates the murderer with a passion. Not because they're a murderer, but because they're such a fucking tease. They leave red herrings at every crime scene, and never leave an actual clue. Every night they meet at the bar, to talk about their problems with each others company; and beer. Neither knew much about the other, neither really cared though. They just needed each other, and beer, to cope with their lives.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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