The Pleasure Within

The Pleasure Within

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Betty Sparks is a witty, sharp mouthed and incredibly sarcastic twenty year old who lived life as it came. Her motto was; do or die, there's always a first try. She works in a boutique as an apprentice. Betty, with all her flaws was very caring and had a warm heart. Loved by every one. Loved beating the crap out of her best friend Sasha Bliss. Hated corn, raisins, green peas, proud bastards, ignoramus idiots and so on. You know the rest of this corny description. All in all, very normal life. So what the hell was mother nature thinking when she made Betty's path cross that of Carlos Martinez ? Carlos was Betty's stark opposite. He was everything she stood against as a human; he was mean, cunning, malicious, had no regard for personal feelings and was a very ruthless business tycoon. Plus he hated ice-cream! Like, who does that! Pity all those good looks were wasted on him -not that she minded. How will Betty react when she finds out that she is sexually attracted to Carlos, a man who she knew was capable of making her well planned life turn upside down? The real question is; what had Betty done to rile up Mother nature and Sister karma?
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