The Surgeon and His Flower

The Surgeon and His Flower

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"The surgeon was clothed in a gown that swept low past his knees. His entire body clothed in sterile gear, skin-tight gloves over his ambidextrous skillful hands. Only his distant green-grey eyes were visible he was a quiet man that hardly had anything good to say. He felt off to you... somehow... he was God-like if anyone could bring someone back from the dead this surgeon could. But there is a cost to playing God." The florist was dressed in a rich, blouse and flats school girl style. Her doll-like makeup caked her face and gave her a sense of cuteness. Her soft warm smile gave comfort in seeking her. Talking all too much and acting dumb to please. She didn't seem like to type to know anything or do anything but live in her little fantasy world with all the happy little trees. She was just another person, but happier. Too happy. But you wouldn't question that, would you? Love can make a broken man fixed and a lonely lady have company.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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