I'm In The Band

I'm In The Band

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 9, 2014
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Romance
"I. Am. In. The. BAND." I said to him as if he was retarded. "You're a girl though! And human!" he snarled at me. I took a step forward and smirked. "And yet, I'm better than you." I said, stomping on his toe, making him yelp in pain. I just simply walked away. "See you on the night shift." Salem isn't a girl you mess around with. She seems innocent, but her past will bring you to your knees. One day, her best friend gets sick and Salem ends up taking the night shift. One thing leads to another, and she sings with a band. They want her in the band, but they are anything but human. Watch Salem try to fit in with this weird group and ignore her past, that is following close behind. Also a man with an obsession with her. "I'm In The Band." I say, closing the door to the restaurant.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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