Providing a Good Deed

Providing a Good Deed

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WpMetadataReadPer adultiCompleta mar, gen 30, 20189h 19m
When Alessia Monroé; a famous psychologist, encounters a man who she claims caught her attention, her life changes forever and for good. But, question is? Will her life be affected in a good way, or in the worst way? Will the homeless man with the big brown eyes turn her life around? "I don't know mom, I saw him sitting in the streets one day and when he looked up at me with those weary, brown eyes, I knew something wasn't right... And what I do is help people, it's the right thing to do... correct?" All she's trying to do is provide him a good deed, but one good deed turns into plenty more. Time will tell what really happens when she opens up her arms and her home for him. Drama, spill of lies, heartbreak, and wounds unfold as connection draws deeper.
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Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

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