Ava
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My mother thinks I'm fully depressed and belong in an asylum. I think the world and the people in it are full of shit. My name is Ava Scott. And I'm not fucked up. I swear.
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"Kiss me," while looking straight into her grey eyes. Chuckling she said, " Sorry, Ms.Walker but I'm not interested". I walked close to her now she was trapped between me and my desk I leaned down and got closer to her ear and said "I am not asking"almost in a whisper. She looked at me like I lost my mind "Ms.Walker, I'm seriously not interested " she said while pushing me lightly to get me away from her. But I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me. Now our bodies were touching and I was looking at her with lust in my eyes." Ms.Walker, let go of me" she yelled. I let her go and said," Do you have 100 million dollars?" She looked at me confused and I handed her the agreement she read it and her eyes widened in horror. "Never thought that someone could play your trick back on you, right?

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