Silence Before The Storm

Silence Before The Storm

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I felt like I'll pass out in few seconds, when two strong hands wrpped around my waist, keeping me still. I leaned back, laying my head on a broad shoulder. "Come on, princess, we'll go home." a familiar voice echoed throught my ear as I felt breath tickeling my ear. I nodded slowly and turned around so I could see Alex. His eyes were always unreadable but now I could swore I saw concern in them. Or it was my brains reaction on the drug... Hey there, this is my first officialy posted "book". It is a roomate romance. Btw, I was actually writing a draft before but a new idea popped up in my head. Hope you like it. XX, Kris.
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Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

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