Your Gonna Miss me

Your Gonna Miss me

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Ashely is and American in England. She trying to get a recorded deal. After a bad breakup and a rough year back home, she is through herself into her music after high school and spends all her time in London doing gigs trying to promote herself. Spending days in her day job as a waitress and night dong what she loves, she hands out her demo CDs to producers. When she finally meets a man willing to put out her records she get intrigued with him. What is his story? Does she fall in too far? Who saves her?
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warning | The following story contains vulgar language and sexual scenes that might be offensive to some readers. So don't go complaining in the comment section because you've been warned... • • • Being 17 is hard. It's even harder when you're basically taking care of your mother who's a drug addict and young brother. It's also hard dealing with the murder of your father and the lost friendship it caused. It's hard being alone, and even harder knowing you've caused it yourself. Maria is living this hard life, with built up anger, and resentment towards her mother and the murder. She is sent to the new counselor to "help" her with moving on from her past. But is this new counselor just a bandage covering Maria's true problems, or is he what she needs to fix it all? • • • My nails dig into his shoulders, those gray eyes beaming through me as I loudly moan his name, Mr. Wolfe. He places his free hand over my mouth, muffling my lust filled moans. "Call me Nate." He whispers. Nate pulls out his fingers and takes a couple steps back, looking over my burning body, craving just his touch. "Come over tonight." He tucks another card in my bra, then softly kisses my forehead as he walks out of his office. "See you tonight around 5, Miss. Moore." // chapter two • • • This is my first Wattpad story so I hope you enjoy it my lovelies! -AveryLeā

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