Secret Soldier

Secret Soldier

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Who am I ? I wish I knew. To people in Florida I'm Amy Collins, in New York I'm Tabitha Smith, Colorado Sara Adams, Texas Eve Withers. You see, I'm in wittness protection, and I have been ever since I was in pull-ups. My parents never told me why, in fact I belived it was a big game untill I turned 9...yeah it took me a while.....welllllll anyways... they never told me my real name in case someone recognizes us and thought to use me for information. Not that I know anything, but of course my parents being the worrywarts they are decided for me, like always. I'm 17, my parents told me that and my enitials R.L.W. Not much to work with but hey, if only knowing so much gives me a good life, and life itself then I can't complain. Unfortunately for me, not all my secrets can stay hidden, and when I bump into a strange, and undeniably handsome boy, I realize... I may not want them to. Copyright All rights reserved
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What if the person who stole your heart wasn't who you thought they were? When my parents passed away, I grew up fast. Learning to stand on my own two feet has been a challenge, but I'm making it... my way. I make no apologies for the path I've chosen. My choices have served me well, but no one knows the real me. Except one man. He's a mystery to me. He's controlling, demanding, and he has me wrapped around his little finger. Anything he wants, I'll give it to him. The hours we share together aren't about love. It's just sex. Hot, dirty, passionate sex. It was never supposed to be anything more than that. Until everything changed. Now, I'm more confused than ever. The more I learn about him, the less I seem to understand. What I do know is that I'm falling, and I have the feeling when I land, it's going to hurt.

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