Vanilla

Vanilla

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"My family just moved here," I explained, crossing my legs and taking a sip of the hot beverage that had been neatly set on the table. A small laugh escaped his lips, and I frowned up at him as I watched his pouty lips part as he laughed, his dimples deepening every second. I furrowed my eyebrows and folded my arms. "What's so funny?" "Nothing," He said, "it's just kind of obvious." I smiled, feeling my cheeks heat up. I bit my lip. "You know, you kind of remind me of Bambi," He smirked. "Oh? And why's that?" I asked. "Because," He chuckled lightly again, "you're just kind of sad." * * * * * When Jasmin moves with her family from California to Florida, she has to get used to her new life away from her friends. But most importantly? That super hot guy who just happened to work at her favourite café. As it turned out, Miami was just like any other town. Cute cafés, hot boys, pretty nice people. Oh, how could I forget the jealous ex-girlfriend?
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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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