It's a matter of time

It's a matter of time

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I need to stand up for myself and for my brother. And after today I swear to myself I'll never let anyone put me down like they did. I don't know what feeling powerful feels like but soon I'll get a taste of it and trust me as soon as I do the whole world will know of it. But I never knew that life would be such a bitch with me. But trust me it's just a matter of time... "Lucas?" after adjusting to the light my eyes widen after seeing the man I never thought I'll ever see again "Beautiful?" His tone was unsure but his face had no emotions at all. He kept staring at me in a creepy way "Well I'm really glad I finally get to talk face to face with my wife," he smirked at me, I was confused. He titled his head to one side and gave me a look that made goosebumps erupt down my spine and then realization hit me like a freaking bus and I was stuttering "I can explain I swear I n...eve...r tho..ught I...ll" he came closer to me "with the news going up and down that I have a wife and a kid I'm really disappointed because I never got to taste you" he leaned in my ear and talked in a husky tone. Read this book to find out how to never lose hope and do good💜
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TRAPPED

I didn't come here to be anyone's fantasy. Not his. Not the dean's. And definitely not while my own life is falling apart. After everything that happened with my family, I just wanted a clean slate - lectures, exams, maybe some quiet. But he won't leave me alone. The way he looks at me isn't professional. It isn't safe. And worst of all... it's starting to feel familiar. He's older. Powerful. Sharp in that dangerous kind of way, the kind that makes your stomach twist and your pride rise. And no matter how hard I try to stay away, his presence lingers in the hallways, in my thoughts, in the places I swore I'd never go again. I know how these stories end: girl gets too close, girl gets burned. But no one warns you how warm the fire feels, how human, how haunting, how much like home. I'm trying to hold my ground. But the line between desire and danger, consent and coercion, is thinner than I ever imagined. And if I fall this time... I won't be the only one who gets scorched. Because his wife is watching. And she's smiling.

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