The Dating Game

The Dating Game

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It all started with a game.. The dating game.. She smiled - he smirked She giggled - he scolded She felt caged - he felt too free The both have one thing in common. The Dating Game. The people of this game tell a secret to the guys about the girls once a week. They get a choice. Stay and continue with her Or Leave the person for a new one. No one leaves with one someone. The game is simple. You can't tell them anything big about you. NOTHING. No.Matter.What. You talk to some people of the opposite gender. The guys pick. But they don't get to see you till leaving day. They choose based off of the things you write in your secret paper or what the Creators can dig up about you. The guys can talk to a guy face to face. The girls can talk to a girl face to face. BUT. Girls and guys may not talk face to face. How will Amelia a sweet little angle do when she's picked by a cold hearted devil Xander.... You'll see. In. THE DATING GAME!
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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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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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