Foreign Exchange

Foreign Exchange

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''Didn't she murder 3 guys bare-handed?!!'' ''I heard she quit the national team!'' ''Why on earth is she here?'' For years, Brighton Vale Uni's elite foreign exchange program had gathered the brightest prodigies from around the world - students destined to become CEOs, diplomats, researchers, politicians, artists and athletes. No way that list would include the notorious Amy Roy, right??? The media frenzy around Amy wasn't because she was pretty or smart - it was because she refused to cower in the face of danger, instead facing it head-on with a kind of strength that was admirable. What no one expected, however, was that she was indeed pretty and smart, and determined to not be defined by her circumstance, had somehow managed to get into a prestigious program on the opposite end of the world. "Can you tell me where the library is?" "OMG! You're THE Amy Roy!" "Uh yeah?" "No way, really?" "Dude, can you just tell me where it is?" Safe to say her arrival at BVU caused quite a ruckus. They expected someone cold, intimidating, and quiet. Definitely not a barely 5-foot-tall, utterly chaotic yet enigmatic individual with determined eyes that promised trouble and mischief. No one knows why she's here or what she'll do next, but one thing is for sure - it's going to be a hell of a year at BVU, especially for the student council president, Lukas Beckett. Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit references including but not limited to traumatic events, sexual assault, grief, mild violence, strong language, and implications of sexual content (not explicit). It also includes lgbtqia+ characters (not the main characters but are crucial to the story) and certain mature themes and emotional distress. Please read with discretion.
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Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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