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GOOD Influence

GOOD Influence

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 3, 2017
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Fiction
Romance
"Entering my PIN on the ATM. I wonder how many times I've come to this ATM on the weekends? If it could remember, I wonder if it would think I am now family to it? I hit enter, and the screen goes blank for a moment. I see myself in the reflection, and in that moment I, like many strangers I pass on the street, judge what is looking back at me. "Why?" is all I say under my breath. The screen loads." -This is what I would consider a romance story, but told from the prospective of the Man. I wanted to be different with this romance, and took the risk. Chapter one is set up more of a prologue, and will increase in quality soon. The story will take you to places in morality that you never thought you would visit, and make you question just how much good influence there really is.-
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Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

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