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Fiftynine
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jan 29, 2016
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Fiction
Romance
You see, fifty-nine is a special number to me. I'm the owner of 'Spruce.' the well known clothing company. The main office is located on floor 59 of the Empire state building. My penthouse? 400 Park Avenue South, room number 59. My bank account? Around $59,000 dollars a week, you could say I'm pretty well off in most things in life, except love. The woman I'm after Miss Fleur Nanasae, a worker at Bar 59. We aren't lovers, nor are we friends, however I plan on having her in my arms in approximately 59 Days, I plan to make her the second body in my favourite position, which is, well... add ten more. Vincent Von Walten is a successful business man who knows what he wants and when he wants it, ever since Vincent was a child his favourite and special number was fifty nine. Although Vincent wouldn't class himself as arrogant, he may come across that way to others, it's simply because of his life style. His mother, Amira Von Walten. An extremely popular model in her time, holding an unimaginable income and his father Xavier Von Walten owner of Harper&Co who could possibly be classed as a millionaire, both patents love their son dearly but urge him to find a women, However will the parents be keen on Miss.Nanasae?
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"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

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