To you, I promise me

To you, I promise me

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All these millions of flowers and not one looks pretty..i now realise that even a dirty dandelion looks celestial in your hands... Heir to a multi-billion dollar empire , Nathaniel had never so much had to lift a finger in his life..well that was until he was stranded on the streets of Paris.. Anyone who knew Ila,the petite owner of the flower shop on Rue St.Dominique;would say she's the happiest person they've met on earth..but beneath that mask lies deep sorrow.. Two troubled lives interwined by fate but separated by destiny FROM THE STORY: I didn't realize that I was crying until .. I felt the heavy tears falling on my skin. A few words were all he said but in those numbered words he gave me a lifetime of commitment. "To you, I promise me ,Ila" that one sentence echoed in my head a few million times. I looked into his eyes and gave a subtle nod, his smile lit up like a 1000 watt bulb as he gently took my hand in his. We didn't speak..we just walked in silence..as we knew that the emotions we were feeling at this moment could not be expressed in any mere words.The warmth of our hands and our booming heart beat was proof that we wanted nothing more than to be each others.
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"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

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