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Perfect Addiction

Perfect Addiction

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Romance
They say love is in the eyes of its beholder. But I say love is in the eyes of who craves it. Working in a grocery store wasn't a job I saw myself doing but it became less of a burden after the first day I laid my eyes on him. Waking up on Saturday mornings brought the only smiles I had in a long while to see his handsome face. He was charming in every way from the way he parted his lips to say good morning to the way he gripped the paper bag from my hand. Emmet green he was the man I was lusting over for the past few weeks, the man that I had day dream about and the man who I dreamt of with his arms around me.
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I noticed him through a window during the job interview. The way my mind raced and my heart fluttered, it was obvious how much I wanted him. It was by sheer luck that I managed to land the job, because I certainly wasn't in any condition to respond sensibly to the questions that came my way. But it's not easy talking to someone, who seemingly wants to be nowhere near where they are. To someone who would rather disappear every lunch hour than spend it getting to know their new trainee. John was exactly my type, even if that's hard to believe. I don't go for the stereotypical Calvin Klein underwear model type, you see. I may be petite, but I like my men with a bit - OK, a lot - of meat on them. It may have been just another day at the office for the rest of our colleagues, but for me, it was the start of hopefully something amazing. A love story that could leave me broken, but preferably one that might turn John and me into one of those smug, in love couples which everyone just hates to be around.

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