His Escape

His Escape

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Suddenly there was a loud knock on my door, who would it be? I walked over and opened the door. Stood in front of me stood a drenched Nate, “Nate,” I said looking him up and down he was dripping from head to toe and in his hand was a bottle of vodka and which I so desperately hoped was not opened. “Gracie,” he said and I moved so he could come in, he walked to the center of my room and just stood there his eyes were wet and puffy and I don’t think it was from the rain. His expression showed sadness and hopelessness “Nate, what’s going on?” I asked stepping closer to him. His body started to shake “It’s my fault,” he said “What’s your fault?” I asked looking at him but he was looking down, “I caused it,” his voice cracked and he looked into my eyes, he was crying. Gracie'f life was 'normal' she was starting college and hoping for the best. but what happens when she meets Nate whose life was not so normal. After being severely abused by his father, he finally runs away. He refuses to let anyone in but will that change for Gracie. Will she be his escape?
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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