Those British, I Swear! (Stopped)

Those British, I Swear! (Stopped)

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*Edit* I'm not writing any more of this story because I've come to hate my crappy writing, and i dont have a lot of motivation to write this anyway. Sorry :P *Edit* When the Beatles appear in modern day time, and the school changes, Jacinda has no other option than to sit back, and let life happen. Which she rather not do with having her favorite band be her age and such but with John being the schools "Bad Boy", Paul trying to be a ladies man but failing horribly, George ignoring Jacinda, and every girl thinking Ringo is secretly gay, Jacinda can't help but think this isn't all she hoped it would be.
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He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"

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