Roommates by chance, sparks fly immediately-but not in the way anyone expects. Calitrope dismisses Venici as a cute, easily manipulated plaything, someone to tease, maybe charm, then move on from. But as days melt into weeks, Calitrope finds herself inexplicably drawn to Venici's stubbornness, her intelligence, the way her cheeks flush when Calitrope pushes her buttons. Venici, for her part, knows she should resist the flirtatious allure of her rebellious roommate, yet her heart betrays her.
The tension between them grows slowly, heated glances exchanged across their shared space, casual brushes of skin that linger longer than they should. As Calitrope finds herself caught between the intoxicating thrill of control and the undeniable pull of something deeper, Venici realizes that the fierce competition between them might just be the one thing keeping Calitrope coming back-and maybe, just maybe, there's more to their banter than either of them are willing to admit.
Neither is willing to make the first move, and yet, in the backseat of that Mustang, things might finally come to a head. It's not just about winning anymore-it's about giving in.
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Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago
A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet.
How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection.
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Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips.
"What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice.
Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm.
Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously.
With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker."
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❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised.
Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18.
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