West of New Orleans

West of New Orleans

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 11, 2025
"Do you ever look up at the stars and wonder, 'why'?" I gazed at the glorious expanse above and the divine luminaries in a sea of pure ebony. I glanced at him, only to discover his eyes searching my face. "What is it?" I said, my voice breaking the sacred spell. "Your eyes have given me a rare glimpse into the soul of Ann Beaumont. And it was very beautiful." I felt a warm tear slip down my cheek. I hadn't known I was crying. He took my hand and gently kissed it. "It's time for me to go." I heard the well disguised crack in his voice. I thought he was going to return to the house, but he didn't. He turned, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me, one last time. "Good bye Ann." He touched my hair before turning to the barn. "I love you." I said softly into the night. *NOTE* Characters are loosely based on those from the hit Western, "Bonanza."
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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