Literally Just a Vent Book

Literally Just a Vent Book

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As the title states, this book is me ranting/venting. Specifically about the less than pleasant parts of my life!!! So please, don't take any of this that seriously. (I'm writing these when I'm either crying, or pissed) Disclaimer; Please don't think I'm trying to say I have a terrible life, this book just highlights some of the terrible moments in my life. If you know me IRL PLEASE DON'T READ THIS!! I understand that I may mention you and you may want to know what I've written but I will talk to you about everyone of these problems when I deem necessary. Lol every-time I look at this book, I feel like this is just a collection of A/N's on a bunch of gut-wrenching stories like "so sorry it took so long to post, I'm in hospital, I got hit by a car." These are just my A/N, but a little more than just a a couple sentences. They do explain the gaps in my chapter releases.
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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