We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
The Ice Queen

The Ice Queen

  • WpView
    Reads 894
  • WpVote
    Votes 38
  • WpPart
    Parts 5
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing36m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 17, 2017
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
" Can today get any worse? " I mumbled to myself. As soon as the words left my mouth a sleek black car speeds by and splashes water from the gutter all over my black and white Versace dress along with my black suede Christian Louboutin. I could not contain my temper any longer. "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING A$$HOLE !" I yelled at the driver and threw my untouched latte at its back windshield. As soon as the cup exploded onto it the car came to a screeching stop. Finally I can get my anger out on someone. First thing I see when the driver door opens is a shiny black shoe followed by fitted black slacks. As my eyes continued to make their way up a very tall and strong body I felt something deep in my stomach. Something I haven't felt in years. Fear
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Indecorous
  • Reigns Over Me
  • Dressed To Kill
  • The CEO's Shy Girl (Editing)
  • Autumn - In Love With My Boss (An Office Romance)| Completed
  • Loving Mr. Cavalier
  • Seductress
  • Old Money Madness

(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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines