PETRICHOR

PETRICHOR

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"Stop lying for once in your life!", I exclaim tears forming at the surface of my eyes. He's shaking in fury. He takes a slow, calculated step towards me and slams me into the wall. "You want fucking real, Amelia. I'll give you real.", he pins both my hands to the wall with one arm and grabs my chin roughly with the other, "I'm in love with you. I never stopped loving you." ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ Amelia Grey is an 26 year old struggling artist. Her bubbly personality leaves everyone in awe. But an unexpected turn for events brings her past to life. All the hidden secrets, every single lie that's been said. Alexander Black is not your typical 28 year old. He is the most powerful man heard of, feared by all. He's got a past. A past he's not willing to share, every secret and every lie. He's mysterious aura and sarcastic words has Amelia Grey entranced. A world only the two of them share. A world full of dances and lies. Eyes and spies. Will they ever be able to forgive? She doesn't know who to trust. He doesn't know if he can trust.
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"This is so wrong ..." Emma breathed out against his lips when he pinned her up against the wall. "Is it?" Alexander echoed, slipping his hands underneath her large sweater, grazing her lips. "She's my friend ..." Emma argued weakly, albeit unwilling to push him off. "Don't think about it." He merely replied, starting to nibble on her neck. As his lips nipped down on her sensitive skin, Emma let out a breathless moan and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, so that he could hook her legs around his torso, effectively seizing her in his arms. The walk to his bedroom was short, and before she could say anything, she found herself on his bed, him hovering over her. His every touch was inebriating, the way his lips knew exactly where to go in order for her to lose sight of her moral duties, the way his hands skillfully caressed every inch of her skin, as if savoring it in advance, was driving her insane. And when she met his fiery gaze, Emma knew she was doomed. She had no chance but to surrender to this devil that was tempting her, pushing her towards something that - she was well aware - would be difficult to give up on once set in motion.

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