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Hi my name is Santana but you can call me Tana. My dream is to become famous. I know it's stupid but I want to try to accomplish something in life not just be that girl with the blonde hair and brown eyes. I also want to have a pet teacup potbelly pig named Nashley. My favorite color is purple. My favorite animal is a zebra. I'm short deal with it. I can be cocky. If you make me mad enough I can go off and "Fit Will Hit The Shan" I have a younger brother named Karson and an older sister named Modella. I am 14. I. AM. NOT. GIRLY. Don't get the wrong idea sure I have girly friends but I just hate how they are so rude and mouthy and are always complaining. Eww mud no that's gross. But my heels will get dirty blah blah blah. I also am a volleyball and softball player but that doesn't matter. Anyways that's pretty much it.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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