Disasterology

Disasterology

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This is a reupload of my story 'Disasterology' or formally known as 'The President's Son'. ~~~ "My place or your's?" He rubbed his hand on my hips and nibbled on my ear. I grew hot from the weird feeling. I wasn't used to having the guy doing his kind of stuff. But I just carried on. I turned towards him and grinned. "I think you can tell where I want to go to." I made it where anyone could read me. If he had some common sense, which good lord I hope he does, he'll be able to know. He looked at me and grabbed my hand and I bounced off the stool. We shot though the crowds and I felt that I just scored a touchdown. I was about to have sex with the president's son. I giggle to myself a little. ~~~ This is not a Pierce The Veil fanfic, but I do have one called 'Saved'. ~~~
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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