[Highest Ranking: #39 in CHICKLIT] (November 7, 2016)
He ever so slowly put me down as the chilly sand of the beach invaded my feet. He looked deep in my eyes and dipped low as his lips brushed over mine. "I love you." He whispered in the cold night, as waves crashed against each other.
I averted my eyes, feeling a blush as it crept up my cheeks, "Shut up, dork." I whispered back, my voice filled with mirth. His thumb caressed my cheek as he lifted my face with his forefinger.
"You suck at humour but you never cease to amaze me." I did a 180 with my eyes.
"Don't make me tell Amy about her Wine!" I warned as his face paled with a slight fear.
"I hate that witch." He grumbled.
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Ashton Brooks.
The Notorious playboy, Womaniser, Cliché as fuck, Hot as hell, and Irresistibly beautiful; is a Billionaire.
Well, it happened when his parents randomly handed over their Company in his hands. Though he's just 23 but lets just say, he's a 12 year old in the body of a 23.
Ashley Evans.
The Sarcastic Queen, rarely rude and kind-hearted, Gorgeous, intellect; a Billionaire as well. She's also 23. But, she seems to hate him but not at the same time. She's confused herself.
Actually before starting High school, something happened and now she unintentionally blames Ashton for that and that's where the hate majorly kicks in.
So, what do you think will happen when they both have to handle their own side company's; in one same building, in offices opposite to each other and living in the same building by chance. Not cliché at all. Meh...
'Well...Obviously Destruction!'
Join Both of them in their Awkward journey of Hate and of course Love!
A journey full of fun, love, hate, friendships, and not to be told PAST. This story will give you one hell of a ride!
(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 It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication.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.