Truth or Dare

Truth or Dare

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Who would've thought that one simple game can so easily turn your whole life around. I used to be the badass, the hot girl that everyone had a crush on, the person that everyone feared. But now? Now I'm the laughing stock of the whole city. One thing led to the next. •a secret •satisfaction •greed •mistake It was all too simple. But now there is no way out of it. No more smoking, drugs; not even...parties. I hate all my friends for bringing this onto me. Out of all the people in that room. They chose me. Just to laugh as they fuck my life up. Yes there is quite a bit of swearing int his book and sexual scenes.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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