At his beck and call

At his beck and call

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Romance
Olivia Grace Luca Flint is everything I've tried to avoid. Arrogant, cold, and impossible. But somehow, here I am, stuck with him. He doesn't want me here. I'm not sure I want to be here either. But life doesn't give you many choices. And the more I'm around him, the harder it is to keep my distance. Luca Flint Olivia Grace is the last person I need in my life. She's frustrating, relentless, and makes everything ten times harder. She thinks she can handle me. But I don't think she's ready for what comes next.
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//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

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