HIS FAVOURITE DRUGG

HIS FAVOURITE DRUGG

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17year old Cheryl Newton is not the typical teenager to like guys older then her age. Even tho she is well mannered, mature, sexy, attractive , bad ass and just a handful . 22 year old Carter Payton the biggest drug dealer in his city also drug addict. He gets females when he pleases but all he wanna do is just settle down.He doesn't like younger girls, if they're below 18, he doesn't want them no matter how funny, cute, sexy or smart they may be.........He just don't wanna catch the case maannnn....... What will happen when these two cross paths¿? Will he put her age difference aside and be together ¿? or will she just die before they've even met.....just kidding but read to find out(; WARNING : This story is R rated and may contain strong sex scenes and violence enter at your own risk and please don't comment hateful shit when you read sex scenes ** HIS FAVOURITE DRUG **/**/20 @CoCo_nUtdrip
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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