High Heels (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

High Heels (Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

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What happens when you are stuck in the life style of being Daddy's Little Girl? Yes, you're spoiled and were born with a silver spoon in your mouth but how long can you put up with all of that? At what point does it get to be too much? Is it when you're eight and are taken out of your boarding school to be home schooled? Or perhaps when you're thirteen and you must endure all of the high class dinner parties in painful heels around boring adult figures? For me it was when I was just turning sixteen and my father tried to find some boy for me to marry in the years to come. I knew that day was coming for a while, what I didn't know about was the bus boy. The one who really made me run. And boy did I run...
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the story of a boy and a girl who rely on each other to keep one another alive emotionally and physically. // "It wasn't just a kiss, Lila," I say, cutting her off, not wanting her to think that I view it that way at all. I've known that from the second I walked away from her and how angry I was that I was feeling something so drastic as a result. My heart was racing immensely and it infuriated me. I was so fucking pissed that I acted on impulse and kissed the girl. Lila doesn't say anything, handing over the floor to me in order for me to give my side of the story. After all, I've hardly given her an explanation regarding it and she deserves that at the very least. "I've been wanting to do it again ever since that night," I admit to her, a breath leaving my lips. "I've held back every urge every time you've challenged me, every time you've looked at me a certain way, every time you smiled a bit wider whenever you saw me, every time you-" She cuts me off immediately, as if in fear of where this conversation is heading, "You're my lieutenant." I don't hesitate in response, "What if I want to be more than that?"

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