The Color Red

The Color Red

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 15, 2019
"Wait, are you jealous?" "Of course I am. That's why I need to protect you. You mine, after all, aren't you?" She rested her forehead against Jadyn's, breath ghosting over her lips warmly. Her hands circled Jadyn's waist, fingers linking right behind her to pull her in closer. Just as she tipped her head, mouth open to taste the air Jadyn breathed, the door burst open. The force of the slam knocked the door back, making the knob leave an impressive indent in the wall behind it. "Hey, Lizzo." A playful voice, followed by the cocking of a gun rang through the air. "Heard you weren't paying your dues, baby. Cough the fuck up." *** Weary college student Jadyn Miller has just gotten out of a five year engagement in her junior year. She's fed up, tired, heartbroken, and (after losing her wallet at a strip club) broke. She vows to stay single for as long as she can help it, officially through with the turmoil relationships bring - until she meets Lisondra Martinez, a transfer student and winner of a hefty art scholarship that has her breezing through her freshman year in NYU for sculpting, and offers to pay Jadyn $300 to sculpt her likeness for a contest. Lisondra is charming, gorgeous, and brilliant, managing to entice Jadyn beyond more than just being a simple art model, and just when Jadyn thinks she's ready to jump back into the hole, she gets tied up in Lisondra's seemingly petty drama - a drama that may be deadlier than Jadyn bargained for.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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