The Undercover Cops

The Undercover Cops

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There is one thing that Sydney hates most, terrorists. They killed her parents, destroyed her country, and her life. She vowed that she would never let anyone else get hurt because of them. The only thing that she ever dreamed about was wiping out every last one of them. Her dream becomes true when her boss sends her on a secret mission. And you know since every detective has a partner, Sydney also has one.... Jared Jared is a playboy. He gets all the girls he points at. His eyes are helping him. He got the ocean blue eyes, he has the "2HR" ( double H,R; for Hot, Handsome, and Rich). But Sydney isn't like any other girl, she won't fall for him, or at least she doesn't want to admit it but jealousy will reveal a lot about their relationship.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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