Someone Like You

Someone Like You

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He's arrogant, infuriating and downright impulsive. In other words, Carter and I don't get along... When I moved out of state for college I knew I'd be starting over. New school, new friends and a new found sense of independence. Things were finally looking up for me. Or at least that was true until the fateful day that I meet him... Carter Payne was six-feet of swoon-worthy hotness, with striking green eyes, irresistible dimples and a jaw-line so sharp it could cut right through me. I knew the second I laid eyes on him there was bound to be trouble. I tried everything to push him away - to distance myself but I can't ignore the sweltering tension between us. Every time I try to push away he pulls me right back. It must be true what they say, if you play with fire you're bound to get hurt..
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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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