Redamancy
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"Not being able to fall in love even though you want it so bad."
Lenna's life in college is almost finishing and she hoped for one thing in her life: Success. But who said success didn't include having a growing relationship. A healthy, passionate, Good one?
But in a men's world, she felt like no men deserved her love.
No one kept her same energy. Or vision.
No one understood her passion for business. Neither her 'absurd' feelings as they said.
Little did she cared, cause she maintained firm in her high expectations.
But Luke, her new hot boss, gave her a taste of what it feels like to not be cared for but desired. He only wanted a night with her, that's all.
"There isn't a need to have feelings. I promise I'll make you enjoy it, " He whispered in my ear, making me weak enough to ignore my morals. "Just one night and I'll stop teasing you."
'I don't want you to stop teasing me' I thought.
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