Nine Years
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Vera:
When I was little, I never would have imagined myself at 26 years old, waitressing at a shitty Tavern, in the West Side. I also couldn't have predicted I would meet the most perfect man to sweep me off my feet at said Tavern.
Life is seeming too good to be true, until this perfect man reveals his dirty secret that lands me in the middle of a war thats been brewing for almost a decade.
But, how can I stay away from the man who makes me feel more alive than i've felt in years? Do I even want to stay away? My head is telling me to run, but my heart wont let me go.
Tyler:
When my classmates and I got assigned a project to build a business model during sophomore year at Yale, I never would've guessed it would change my entire life.
That year I met my best friends and we've built a billion dollar company that's become the most successful medical equipment supply company in the country.
From the outside, I'm living the dream, in luxury. Expensive cars, penthouse apartments and anything I want at the snap of my fingers.
But someone like me doesn't get to where I am without lies, betrayal and enemies.
I just never thought my worst enemy would be my best friend.
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A scent. A scar. A slow-burning fucking romance dressed as nostalgia. It started with a fruit. Not love, not sex - a goddamn strawberry. The kind that looks like it's been kissed by every shade of red your childhood never had. He didn't share it. Didn't speak of it. Just tasted it once, and carried the ache ever since. Years later, she walked in - smelling exactly like that forgotten sweetness. Not perfume. Not fantasy. Just... truth. Sharp, quiet, terrifying truth. The kind that crawls under your skin and whispers remember me when you least want to. He lied to her face. About himself. About the million ways he'd already started unraveling. But she knew. Women like her always know. She stared at him like sin dressed in judgment - and touched his wrist like she already owned his pulse. And he? He was fucked. Because she wasn't just beautiful. She was red. That memory. That craving. And no matter how much he pretended to be in control - she was already in his bloodstream. This isn't a love story. It's a slow possession. By scent. By memory. By her. And it ends exactly how it starts - with him on his knees, and her smelling like fucking strawberries.
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