Unknown Fairytale

Unknown Fairytale

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It happened during a night at the island club. Giana is having some time alone due to having a fight with her team leader at the company where she works. Afraid of being fired, she just let the thing happen and just drank herself to her heart's content. Knowing that she has a low tolerance to alcoholic beverages, she still ordered several bottles of gin and enjoyed the moment while it last, not minding her work the other day. "This won't be a problem," she thought. "My boss doesn't know me anyway," she said in her thoughts. Not minding the loud music inside the club and those people who tried to flirt with her. She just drank to drive her anger away. Convincing herself that she would be okay and could get to work the next day. But then another unexpected thing just happened. A guy went up to her at the bar counter and prevented her from drinking more gin. She almost lost her balance the moment she was grabbed by the wrist of the guy. She tried to see who the person is but drowsiness keeps her attention away. Who would that be? What role would he be playing in the life of Giana? Will he be her lover? Or just some other stranger?
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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