I'll Date You For Netflix

I'll Date You For Netflix

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The girl wants to watch a series but doesn't have the media She's not the best looking, skinniest, most self confident girl. But she's has v'got something, and a guy,a (really really really good looking one at that), asks her out. Being the low self esteem teen she is, she over thinks the situation. What if there's a dare involved? Seing the trouble behind her uneasy gaze towards him, he offers her an option on what she wants to do, or where to go on the date. As an opportunity to get what she wants, she throws in..."Netflix?". Now she never specifies what about Netflix so maybe he'll catch on....right? "What's the worst that could happen?" All she wanted was to watch My Mad Fat Diary as recommended. So let's just say she agrees to this date....
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[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

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