Impulse
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"I am just a stripper I don't have sex with clients", I spoke. I knew he wouldn't buy it. Deep down inside I was craving for this man to ram inside of me like the dirty little slut I was. I knew he wanted me, and that was all the more to my liking. I'd fantasized of a man of this stature to come seduce me. I needed him, I wanted him, Miquel Ratchford was just the guy for me. "Miquel was head CEO of the Ratchford incorporation associates law firm that held all of the most high ended rich people, he was a Billionaire, a beautiful Billionaire who was also married to golden girl model Olivia Banks-Ratchford she was rich, prissy, and beautiful but she also wasn't me.
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(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

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