The Iron Girl

The Iron Girl

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Zeinab, not your average eighteen year old girl with a wild mindset, no-nonsense attitude. She's known as the iron girl. Her life takes a 180 degrees turn when she met an arrogant rich guy called Trevor Hilton. Trevor sensed that there is more to Zeinab than meet the eyes. He thought that her behaviour has something to do with whatever that is hidden in her and vowed to make her open up. Will he succeed being the playboy he is?. What makes him want to make her open up? What will he do knowing that the girl he's developed feelings for loves someone else? ♡♡♡ PEEK 🙄 "I don't want you near that fucker, got it?" Stoneface yelled at the top of his lungs. A hint of anger clear in his eyes. "What the fucking hell makes you think you can decide who I hang out with and who I don't?" I yelled back. My head was still cloudy but not as bad as before. He doesn't know a thing about what's going on in my life this past two weeks. All he cares about is his stupid non-existent reasons that I shouldn't be around Jupiter. "Oww" I whimpered as he suddenly gripped my arm tightly and I felt pain shot through my entire body from his grip. He dragged me to his office. Slamming the door behind us, he pushed me against the wall with both hands caging me in. My anger plummeted instantly as I looked into his eyes. They turned dark that I almost didn't see the green colour in his eyes. He started leaning down slowly and a foreign energy passes between us. I knew I had to stop him. I tried to move but my whole body betrayed me. My hands were numb as well as my legs. I tried jerking my head away but it also refused to obey Before his lips could touch mine, he drew back, raked his hand through his hair awkwardly. He looked at me and cursed "shit" before storming out of the room. I felt an unfamiliar wave of emotion I couldn't decipher flash through me. Was I happy?, hurt?, disappointed? I choose the former. I was happy, or at least I tried convincing myself that I wa
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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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