Tabors Tattoos

Tabors Tattoos

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What would you do if you found out that one of the most respected business owners in the city was hiding heavy ink and rock hard abs under his business suits? For twenty two year old Copelin Lee, her image on Tabor Harding has changed from thinking he was a dickhead with a stick up his ass, to knowing that the respectable, rich guy has a heart of gold and a personality as sweet as the cookies she makes for a living. {WARNING: This story is unedited, I have the grammar skills of a sixth grader despite my age and my spelling is awful. When you see my mistakes, try your best to ignore them.} Cover Belongs to @MonstersIncorporated
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"Get in." A deep voice inside the car said. That made me back away even more. I was not about to get in a car with a total stranger. "Listen, I don't have any money, nor am I a prostitute, so please leave me alone." I said in a soft voice but loud enough for the driver to hear. Suddenly the driver's door open and someone exited the car, and stood directly at the car door. On closer inspection I noticed that the driver was the stranger from the park. "Get in." He repeated. "I'm ok here. Thank you though." He looked at me, almost as if he could see right through me. "Get in." He pissed me off then. "I said I'm fine here. You can leave now." As soon as those words left my mouth he was at my side gripping my wrist and pulling me towards his car. He then proceeded to push me inside the car as gently as he could while I violently hit him with my free hands. "Let me go you weirdo!" Ashley is a Caribbean born New Yorker with good friends, family and a good job. She lived what most people would call a regular life until she met a mysterious suit wearing handsome gentleman that spoke as little as possible to her. What changes will this stranger bring to her life? Chapter 17 or 18 may or may not be private. If it is, you'll have to follow me to read it.

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