Reflection || Harper's Story

Reflection || Harper's Story

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Who am I? Well, let me break it down for you. Smart, yes. Fun, of course. Romantic, fuck no. Artist, depends. Lost, you know it. Problematic, maybe just a little bit. I'm not here to tell a love story folks, or at least try not to. This is my life of misunderstandings, and can I tell you, it sucks in a lot ways. Nobody really understands me, and I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't find anyone in the future. Like I said, I'm lost. I don't necessarily want to be found, I just want to not be stared at like some zoo animal that can't find it's way. I refuse to be like that. This is my story, and let me tell you. You buckled up because it's gonna be a hell of a ride. *** Disclaimer: There's a fair amount of swear words and this story might cover touchy subjects. I'll be warning you when these topics are discussed.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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