The Billionaire Bachelor

The Billionaire Bachelor

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The room was dark for him to see a thing he felt his hands behind him, tied to a metal and no matter how hard he pulled he couldn't set himself free. He still felt the bruises underneath his clothes, his face was swollen. He heard a door creak open and he suspected someone came in. The light was suddenly turned on and he closed his eyes as it caused his eyes to ache. He felt the tie on his hands loosen. He immediately turned to see who it was. 'Dore...' He breathed out as he saw the eyes of his beloved swollen. He knew Theodore too well to know that he had been crying. Theodore walked around him and used a knife to cut the rope which held him to the pole. Malik felt his hand freed and immediately turned to his lover. 'Go' Theodore said in whispers but Malik didn't bulge 'Go!' Theodore said as hot tears escaped his eyes. ------- That's all I can reveal, curious? read and follow for more.
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Camera

My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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