When USA meets London

When USA meets London

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"And your name is..." Emmett trails off with a playful smirk on his face "My name is Jaylyn thank you very much and I'm guessing you not from around here are you?" I said curtly while patiently waiting for an answer. On the inside I was definitely affected by his deep velvet voice, but I wasn't going to say it. Emmett chuckles while taking one step closer towards me. For a tall girl I felt tiny compared to him "Nah I'm from Illinois, but it was nice of you to state out the obvious" Jaylyn is your tall, naturally pretty 17 year old teenager and after dumping her previous boyfriend she is more than ready for the single life. However things do not go accordingly to plan when she meets American guy Emmett. Will Jaylyn fall for the American boy and be his London girl? Or would they pass each other as merely strangers?
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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