Elara [ON HOLD]

Elara [ON HOLD]

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"Look at me." He whispered, and as if his hand had a grasp on my chin, my head rotated to the side involuntarily. "They say the eyes are the windows to our soul-" He paused, his gaze fixated on mine. "Now I believe this to be true, and your soul looks arrogant, stubborn, self-centered, and inflexible." Before he stepped away, he sniffed me like a dog would sniff another dog's rear, and snapped his eyes shut. "Delicious." He muttered in an almost inaudible way. "Now you are going to forget our little conversation. In fact, even if you see me ever again, you won't remember me." ************ WARNING: The story plot may take a while to develop, but I believe it's a good story. Also: THIS IS A CLICHE-FREE STORY! Give it a chance! Maybe it will surprise you. :) Anyways, enjoy your reading!
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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