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Hide and seek (editing)

Hide and seek (editing)

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Fri, Aug 6, 20214h 34m
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"Wait, I got it. You don't have to talk me out about it." "What?" "I know that you're just drunk and that it's just a one time thing. Don't worry, I won't cling onto you or demand anything because of it." "But I am your first." "Well! Uhm It's okay. I'll loose it someday anyway." "So it's nothing to you? So you just saw me as a meal ticket to loose your virginity?! Am I perfect for the role?" "What's wrong with you? We had sex! Yes! So what?" "So it's just sex for you?" ____________________________________ They both have a secret to tell! But their pride and their being clueless made them keep it more.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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