"𝗡𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄." 𝗜 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗽, 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗮. 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁, 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿.
"𝗦𝗵𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸."
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"How many people have signed that contract?"
"9" he says bluntly, like he knew I was gonna ask him that.
9 women have signed it, been with him like i have.
I'm number 10.
"I don't get it," I say, putting my fork down on the table.
"You don't get what?"
"Why do you make people sign that thing? I mean, Jack doesn't make his girlfriends sign a confidentiality contract!" my voice raises, and I bite my lip to stop myself. Theres a long, filled silence in the room as he raises his eyebrows at me.
"I like being in... control," his words sends a shiver down my body. His stern eyes shoots at mine, and his lips purse as I try to figure what that means.
"But.. How? What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to give yourself to me... completely."
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- transferred from old account.
Written: June 28, 2017 - July 15, 2017
Ansley is pretty average in the eyes of most people. Life at home is sucky but at this point in life most teenagers hate their home life anyways. In Ansley's small home town drugs, parties, and sex are no strangers in her eyes. Social media plays a huge part in her life just like any other teen so when the viners she has always loved go on tour she is ready to get her dad's credit card out and pay to go see a show. Until a tweet is sent out they are going off tour to spend some time on the cape. Now they are coming into her world and it is her job to welcome them. What would you do if you got the chance to spend the summer with the viners?