'I know but it can never happen. My Dad won't allow it'
1239 Rockwalker Road, Westlake, Malibu, CA. On the 3rd floor, 2nd door to your left, you will find 15-year-old Eve Harrington. The only daughter of wealthy businessman, James Harrington. The dirtiest snob on the planet, the man only cared for money and having a good reputation. Not about compassion or other people.
Eve and her older brother, Harry, were only born for the family's heritage, nothing else. Their parents' didn't care about their feelings or their personal lives. Eve's brother loved living like a high-class gentleman, Eve, on the other hand, did not one bit. She hated it. She saw more of her butler than her actual parents. Her brother had recently graduated high school and now ran part of her family's business. He only got the job because he was the son of the man in charge, he only cared about being good-looking.
Unlike Harry, Eve cared about better things than just looking good, she was a straight-A student, a master musician and was head of the computing and DJ club. She was practically guaranteed a spot in college and she was only a 10th grader.
But Eve craved for something, something that she couldn't put her finger on, something more. It was something that called to her, like how the sand calls to sea or how the leaves are called to the tree. Most of the time Eve just brushed it off, but the feeling remained all the same, no matter how much she ignored it. But that something would soon find its way towards her, leading her down a road of conflict, which will lead her towards her destiny.
This is a work of fiction. Any reference to any person, living or dead, or event is entirely coincidental.
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"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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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."
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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.