Sleeping With the Bad Boy

Sleeping With the Bad Boy

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Loner Aurora Sharp has lived next door to the small-town designated bad boy Logan Quinn for what seems like forever. Always hearing every argument he's ever had with his parents, but never speaking a word to him. Until one night, when one questions changes both of their lives forever. //----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------// BLURB/Secondary Summary::: This is a work of fiction. All names, places, or events that relate to a real name, person, or hidden event are completely coincidental.  Copyright © 2014 Melainey_Unger Alone.  No parents, ever. An aunt on the holidays. Some would go completely insane, either mentally or socially. Me? I just sit here, trying to escape. Keeping to myself. Alone.  I work for extra money but spend every day holed up inside where I hear all the juicy gossip from my next door neighbors. The Quinns. Logan Quinn is the only son, and is the designated small-town bad boy. The only one who owns a motorcycle and wears leather, except me. But we are not alike. I am quiet and he's created an underground speakeasy. So why then, when he gets thrown out of his house, does he come to me? The Lord only knows. Well, Him...and Logan --Told from Aurora's POV
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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