Betrayal

Betrayal

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 23, 2020
After an agonizing rape experience, twenty three year old Chloe Vanpelt was forced to drop out of school in order to raise a child she hadn't planned for. With the help of her best friend, she acquires the position of a personal assistant where she faces Liam Morris, the son of an international business owner who feels forced to take responsibility of her; but little does she know that his show of goodwill was beyond what she could presume. ++++++++++++++++ Peak; He remained rooted in one place, unsure of whether he could still breathe or not. His stomach twisted indifferently as he watched her, observing her next reaction. Her hand remained frozen on her chest as though she was trying to keep it beating. "I can't believe this..." Every part of him remained on pause, his eyes fixated on her look of disapproval. "It was you" "You're fucking screwed Liam Morris"
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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