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I smiled but before I could respond the door flew open and Austin stepped in, his presence as always made it hard to breathe, God he was breath taking. His eyes scanned the room until they rested on me, he looked me up and down slowly, almost as if he was checking my body for any injuries, I felt my body tremble in response, oh how I hated the way my body reacted to him. Without saying a single word, he turned around and stormed out the room. \n\nThat was it? \n\nHe wasn't even going to ask me if I was okay? \n\nWhy did I even expect more? \n\nI saw everyone else in the room looking at me and I could tell they wanted to apologize for his behavior, yet again. \n\n"Am, I think I'll head to my room now, I'm really exhausted from all of the events of the day.” \n\nEveryone nodded their heads in understanding. \n\nBefore anyone could say another word, I quickly walked out and headed to my room. \n\nWhat I saw there made my feet come to an immediate halt, Austin was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. \n\nHe was beautiful when he slept, now that his eyes weren't open and watching me I could study his features properly. He had tousled thick dark brown hair, a strand falling on his forehead gracefully, I wanted more than anything to reach over and touch it. His face was strong and defined with a sharp jawline. His skin slightly tanned to give the perfect complexion, my eyes moved to study his lips, they were a perfect deep red and I couldn't even control my own emotions as I moved closer to study them, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. I was so close to him now that I could hear and feel his hot breath on my skin, so close that his pure masculine scent was once again pulling me in, leaving me feeling as though I was intoxicated. \n\nI closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, god that scent made me weak to my knees. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped in shock, his eyes were no longer closed but staring straight back at me!\n\n-------\n\nHe narrowed his eyes at me. "We aren't sleeping in the same bed together. \nT
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I smiled but before I could respond the door flew open and Austin stepped in, his presence as always made it hard to breathe, God he was breath taking. His eyes scanned the room until they rested on me, he looked me up and down slowly, almost as if he was checking my body for any injuries, I felt my body tremble in response, oh how I hated the way my body reacted to him. Without saying a single word, he turned around and stormed out the room. That was it? He wasn't even going to ask me if I was okay? Why did I even expect more? I saw everyone else in the room looking at me and I could tell they wanted to apologize for his behavior, yet again. "Am, I think I'll head to my room now, I'm really exhausted from all of the events of the day.” Everyone nodded their heads in understanding. Before anyone could say another word, I quickly walked out and headed to my room. What I saw there made my feet come to an immediate halt, Austin was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. He was beautiful when he slept, now that his eyes weren't open and watching me I could study his features properly. He had tousled thick dark brown hair, a strand falling on his forehead gracefully, I wanted more than anything to reach over and touch it. His face was strong and defined with a sharp jawline. His skin slightly tanned to give the perfect complexion, my eyes moved to study his lips, they were a perfect deep red and I couldn't even control my own emotions as I moved closer to study them, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. I was so close to him now that I could hear and feel his hot breath on my skin, so close that his pure masculine scent was once again pulling me in, leaving me feeling as though I was intoxicated. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, god that scent made me weak to my knees. I slowly opened my eyes and gasped in shock, his eyes were no longer closed but staring straight back at me! ------- He narrowed his eyes at me. "We aren't sleeping in the same bed together. There is only one woman in
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on a Mediterranean cruise ship. Mai tais on deck. Ocean sparkling, midway between
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on a Mediterranean cruise ship. Mai tais on deck. Ocean sparkling, midway between
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core. It felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to go to heaven, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better hold it," he ordered. He gave me a bad boy smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to hold my pleasure. He'd surely get mad at me if I don't wait for him, Chelsea always waited for him... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my hills, savoring the taste, nibbling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, the bad boy, proposed that we become make out friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, he moved more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day I met him. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his body harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec with me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his attractive smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached there together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel guilty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, your mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Gosh his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a bad girl within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. God, I'd still have my first time if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, sending a pleasing shudder down my wearing nothing body. "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having the session with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, taking some time to savor my top again, flicking my moun
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9-5 is not freedom. I don’t care how much they’re paying you. 40 hours a week is not living. One week it all goes off without a hitch: Your work is neat and diligent. There’s a calm about the office. Birds are chirping, even. Clock in. Clock out. Do it again. It all seems so fair. Next week? Catastrophe. Fire and brimstone. Look out! Here comes ‘Unforeseen Complication!’ C L A N K. Followed by, oh no! ‘Small Snag That Ends Up Taking Hours To Resolve!’ T H U M P. (Ouch... right in the temple.) Watch your step, now. Surprise! It’s... ‘Problems Caused By Your Coworkers That You Now Need To Solve And Didn’t Need Or Ask For!’ P L O P. So sorry. ~ ~ ~ Please feel free to resolve these issues off the clock and at no additional cost to your employer. ~ ~ ~ ... The difference between week A and B? None. The pay was the same. Work volume didn’t factor in. How you felt didn’t factor in. Your CEO? Off kayaking in Cedar Rapids. You? Patting out hellfire on your desk with a notepad. Do you see the problem yet? Time. You’re underselling your time. Which, actually. Isn’t even the worst of it. It’s that you’re selling it to begin with. Life is a series of moments. Yet there you are. Pawning them off by the bucketload. Would you sell the moment of your daughter’s birth? The smile on your face the day you graduated? How much money would make it okay to erase the memory of your first kiss? You need to stop. Now, I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, fine. That’s true. But I need money to live. And your framing is so, so wrong. When you say ‘live.’ Do you mean ‘survive?’ When you say ‘money.’ Do you mean ‘an employer who dictates my purpose?’ Let me ask you. Who would pay the most for your time? Go on. Think about it. I’ll wait. Here’s a hint, since you need it. The answer is in the mirror. Y.O.U. would value your time the most. The goal: To be your own boss. The means: Starting a low-maintenance business. Imagine this. You’re on a Mediterranean cruise ship. Mai tais on deck. Ocean sparkling, midway between Greece and Sicily. You check your bank statement on the app. Find a half-dozen new deposits that weren’t there a few hours ago. Your account is on the climb while you’re picking at a cheese-and-crackers horderve. Is this truly possible? Very. Through a little magic called passive income. Sophie Howard knows it well. She’s sold her built-from-scratch businesses to many a U.S. private investor. (One of them sold for over a million.) How, you ask? The first thing she did was stop. Trading. Her time. For money. Then she mastered the art of FBA. Fulfillment By Amazon. No need to hire staff. No need for an office space. No physical inventory. And all with little to no tech skills. Interested? Between globetrotting and the occasional ski trip, Sophie’s spelled it all out for you in her book. “Amazon Jetstream Income.” https://blueskyamazon.com/freebook/?ls=TCSyNPf9H48P5QAiC It’s not a checklist. It’s not a self-help. This is a tell-all. A verified compendium of industry knowledge. Here’s just some of what you’ll discover within: ✅ Sophie’s ‘rule of 3’s’ for identifying products with healthy profit margins (pg. 31) ✅ how to potentially turn a $50K profit Amazon Store into a $150K payday (pg. 45) ✅ the ‘Wedding’ method used by Sophie to get the best deals from product suppliers, without drilling them on price (pg. 17) ✅ and a blueprint to joining the over 140,000 sellers making $100K+ on Amazon, as reported by Jeff Bezos (pg. 8). Each year, thousands of products rise to profitability. The trick is developing an eye for which ones are on the up-and-up. Sophie can show you Howard. Get the book at a special price below.↓ https://blueskyamazon.com/freebook/?ls=TCSyNPf9H48P5QAiC *Results not typical. Success is dependent on consistent effort and skill. Your results may vary.
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There was a girl. She was standing with her back turned at me. I growled, startling her. She turned around and my heart skipped at least two beats. Her hazel eyes stared at me with fear but then with wonder and amusement. It took me all my strength to stay still because I knew who she was, I knew it right away. She was my mate. I stepped forward and she touched my fur, fondling me. I leaned in and closed my eyes, enjoying her touch. The bond between us was starting to get noticed slowly, that confirmed me once more that she was my mate. But I knew she was a human, too. That would be a problem. My eyes snapped open when I heard the other wolves come running, that was my cue to go and with all the pain of my heart I left. Her voice yelled, telling me not to go, which made everything even harder. The image of her face was permanently in my mind. I could not forget about her and it's not like I wanted to. The bond was killing me inside because I didn't have her close to me. I had to find her, one way or another. I wanted to get to know her, see her, talk to her, caress her, kiss her, hold her in my arms, and protect her. Even though, there was one thing I could perceive about her. She was such a beautiful soul.PART I His eyes were grey, a bright grey, like silver. Out of this world. I raised my hand to touch his fur. It was soft and delicate. His fur color was grey too. I caressed him behind the ear, and he leaned his head, closing his eyes. I felt something weird when I made contact with him, but it wasn't bad at all. Then, suddenly, he opened his eyes and stepped back. His eyes full of an emotion I couldn't recognize. Before I could realize what was going on he began to run. He ran away. "No!" I shouted. "Please come back." I begged. My eyes snapped open; I was in my room. It was just another dream. The same dream I've had for months since I saw it. Since I saw that wolf. It was big, almost the size of a horse and the way it stared at me. There was something behind those eyes. If like it meant something else. The worst part of all was that it wasn't just a dream. It had actually happened, and I could still remember perfectly. A few months ago, I went for a walk and got myself into the woods and there I saw it. I was afraid at first but then the fear went away replaced by curiosity and amusement. That was the first and last time I saw that wolf. After that, I would come back every day but eventually I gave up. I assumed I would never see the wolf again. I took a look at the clock, it was almost 6 am. The idea of going back to sleep crossed my mind but I remembered today was my first day as a senior. It kind of excited me that it was my last year. When it was around 7, I got up and got ready, picking up my backpack I went to the kitchen. "Good morning, sweetheart," mom said whilst walking towards me and kissing my cheek. "Morning, mom." "You woke up early today, I haven't even made breakfast yet," she opened the fridge. "It's okay," I took a sip from her coffee. "I'm not really hungry." "At least, have some cereals," I nodded to please her. Once I was done with breakfast, mom drove me to school. We said our goodbyes and I walked in the school. Nothing had changed, I saw some old classmates that said hi and waved at me. There were some new faces, must be freshmen. A redheaded girl was running towards me with a huge smile in her face. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I missed you so much, mushroom," she said and released me from our hug. "I missed you too, Lennox," I smiled widely. "How was camp?" "It was horrendous. Not even a hot guy," she whined, pulling my arm so we would go to our lockers. "Well, that's pretty much what happens when you go to a camp for girls." She rolled her eyes "I still had a little hope, okay?" she mumbled. "Anyways, how was your summer? Anything interesting?" The first thing that came to my mind was the wolf. What would she think? Would she believe me? "Nope," I lied. "Don't worry. Maybe this will be your year," she winked at me. "Sure. I have to go
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There was a girl. She was standing with her back turned at me. I growled, startling her. She turned around and my heart skipped at least two beats. Her hazel eyes stared at me with fear but then with wonder and amusement. It took me all my strength to stay still because I knew who she was, I knew it right away. She was my mate. I stepped forward and she touched my fur, fondling me. I leaned in and closed my eyes, enjoying her touch. The bond between us was starting to get noticed slowly, that confirmed me once more that she was my mate. But I knew she was a human, too. That would be a problem. My eyes snapped open when I heard the other wolves come running, that was my cue to go and with all the pain of my heart I left. Her voice yelled, telling me not to go, which made everything even harder. The image of her face was permanently in my mind. I could not forget about her and it's not like I wanted to. The bond was killing me inside because I didn't have her close to me. I had to find her, one way or another. I wanted to get to know her, see her, talk to her, caress her, kiss her, hold her in my arms, and protect her. Even though, there was one thing I could perceive about her. She was such a beautiful soul.PART I His eyes were grey, a bright grey, like silver. Out of this world. I raised my hand to touch his fur. It was soft and delicate. His fur color was grey too. I caressed him behind the ear, and he leaned his head, closing his eyes. I felt something weird when I made contact with him, but it wasn't bad at all. Then, suddenly, he opened his eyes and stepped back. His eyes full of an emotion I couldn't recognize. Before I could realize what was going on he began to run. He ran away. "No!" I shouted. "Please come back." I begged. My eyes snapped open; I was in my room. It was just another dream. The same dream I've had for months since I saw it. Since I saw that wolf. It was big, almost the size of a horse and the way it stared at me. There was something behind those eyes. If like it meant something else. The worst part of all was that it wasn't just a dream. It had actually happened, and I could still remember perfectly. A few months ago, I went for a walk and got myself into the woods and there I saw it. I was afraid at first but then the fear went away replaced by curiosity and amusement. That was the first and last time I saw that wolf. After that, I would come back every day but eventually I gave up. I assumed I would never see the wolf again. I took a look at the clock, it was almost 6 am. The idea of going back to sleep crossed my mind but I remembered today was my first day as a senior. It kind of excited me that it was my last year. When it was around 7, I got up and got ready, picking up my backpack I went to the kitchen. "Good morning, sweetheart," mom said whilst walking towards me and kissing my cheek. "Morning, mom." "You woke up early today, I haven't even made breakfast yet," she opened the fridge. "It's okay," I took a sip from her coffee. "I'm not really hungry." "At least, have some cereals," I nodded to please her. Once I was done with breakfast, mom drove me to school. We said our goodbyes and I walked in the school. Nothing had changed, I saw some old classmates that said hi and waved at me. There were some new faces, must be freshmen. A redheaded girl was running towards me with a huge smile in her face. She threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly. "I missed you so much, mushroom," she said and released me from our hug. "I missed you too, Lennox," I smiled widely. "How was camp?" "It was horrendous. Not even a hot guy," she whined, pulling my arm so we would go to our lockers. "Well, that's pretty much what happens when you go to a camp for girls." She rolled her eyes "I still had a little hope, okay?" she mumbled. "Anyways, how was your summer? Anything interesting?" The first thing that came to my mind was the wolf. What would she think? Would she believe me? "Nope," I lied. "Don't worry. Maybe this will be your year," she winked at me. "Sure. I have to go
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A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch. He kissed my breast, savoring the taste, nibbling on it. I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, sending a pleasing shudder down my naked body. "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through min
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I bit my bottom lip, knowing I'd regret another session of reminiscing how I was having sex with my mortal enemy instead of with the man I love. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I
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"My dear wife, I want you now." The man in front of me wore a red wedding robe. He was slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His skin was white. Every facial feature on his face was like refined crafts. They were perfect and flawless. In the face of such a handsome man, I still felt scared. Where is this place? Why does it look like a wedding ceremony set in ancient times? Sleep with him? What was he talking about? I don't know him at all! I was so scared that I wanted to retreat, but my body seemed to be constrained by an invisible force, and I couldn't move at all. At this moment, the handsome man in the cheongsam curled the corners of his mouth. "Alright, let's not waste time, honey. A moment of the marry night is worth a thousand pounds of gold. Let's not waste it." Cold. So cold. His whole body was as cold as if he was in an igloo. In a daze, I heard the unpleasant words of the handsome man. "Is the Rong family joking with me? How could they have brought me such a little girl?" I didn't have time to think about the meaning of his words, and my lips suddenly felt cold. A chilly feeling suddenly intruded into my lips and teeth. The cold thing was very flexible, it gently scratched the tip of my tongue. Although I was asleep, I couldn't stand the flirtation, so I slightly trembled. It was as if my reaction amused him, and I heard a chuckle in my ear. "You're really sensitive." Suddenly, I felt a chill on my waist. It felt like a hand. I wanted to struggle, but I couldn't move. The hand wandered around me unscrupulously and pulled off my nightdress... I did not know how long it took, but in the end, it still ended. I was out of breath, and I felt a cold kiss on my lips, and a low voice sounded again. "After I'm done with the Rong family, I'll come to deal with you." As soon as he finished speaking, all the coldness on my body disappeared. "Ah!" I screamed and jumped out of bed. The white light was on, which was eye-catching. And all I saw was my dorm. "Chelsea, what's wrong with you?" There was a familiar voice of concern in my ear. I turned my head and saw my roommate Hannah Luo looking at me with a worried face. I was stunned for a few seconds before I came to my senses. It turned out to be a dream... Not only did I dream about marrying such a handsome man, but also doing such explicit things with him? Chelsea, Chelsea, have you gone mad thinking about guys?! I pinched myself hard, raised my head and smiled at Hannah. "I'm fine. It's just a nightmare." I got out of bed and was about to wash up. Just as I stood up, I lost my balance and fell to the ground. There was a sharp pain between my legs. I was shocked. "What's wrong?" Wasn't it just a dream? Why did it hurt in reality even though I had only dreamed about it? How could it be possible? I gritted my teeth and was about to do my bed. But as soon as I lifted off the quilt, I was stunned. There was red blood stained on my sky-blue sheets. "Is your period here?" Hannah asked casually when she saw the bloodstain. I was stunned and did not answer. "My period ended a few days ago. How did it suddenly come back?" And the pain between my legs... Hannah pushed me and said, "Chelsea, why are you still in a daze? You should hurry up. It's the witch's class later. If we're late, our points will be deducted." I suddenly came back to my senses. I rushed to the toilet, tidied myself up, and ran to campus with my schoolbag with Hannah beside me. The campus was full of people. Everyone seemed to be watching something, and the door was blocked by people. "Chelsea! Boss Luo!" Boss Luo is Hannah Luo ’s nickname. My other roommates and I often call her like that. Our other roommate, Sharmaine Zhou, was trying to squeeze out of the crowd to wave at us. "Sharmaine, what happened here?" Sharmaine cried out loud. "Seline... Seline committed suicide by jumping off a building!" There was a loud bang in my mind, and everything went blank. Hannah and I tried our best to squeeze our way through the crowd. There was a pool of blood in the ground on the front gates of the campus, and
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《The Bad Boy Protects Me》: I kept my head down, eyes on the ground as I walked into school cause I knew people would be talking and laughing at me. I never wanted to show them that they were getting to me. You see I have never exactly fitted in but people left me alone. Maybe a remark here and there. The only reason for that was because of who my boyfriend was…Joshua. He wasn’t a jock or anything like that. He seemed to fit in everywhere he went. He was popular in school which made me wonder why he ever wanted me when he could get any girl he wanted. He was a good looking guy. Your typical blonde hair and blue eyes with a smile to die for and a body to match. I found the answer to that question out a couple of days ago. He was only ever after one thing. My virginity. I went into school the next day and he was with some cheerleader, making out with her, two lockers down from mine. He told everyone in the entire school that I was still a virgin. A prude. Telling everyone he never liked or wanted me. He was only using me to try to take my virginity from me. He made me the laughing stock of the entire school. The last few days have been hell from me. I could feel everyone watching me, hearing them whisper and laugh at me. I had a strange feeling that someone was staring at me harder than everyone else. I looked up and I was right. I was met with a guy dressed in black skinny jeans, a black tee and a black leather jacket staring at me. I had no clue who he was. I had never seen him around here before. If he was from around here I would have remembered him. He stood out from the crowds. His hair and eyes were dark too. There was a darkness to him. I could feel it. He had a tattoo of an eagle on the side of his neck. I could see the outline of other tattoos too. His eyes wouldn’t leave me and it was making me uneasy. As uneasy as I was feeling I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I could see all the other girls checking him out as they went by but he never even looked at them…not once. “Move prude.” I heard a familiar voice his from behind me…Joshua. I never responded or looked at him. I just put my head back down, going towards my locker. I was trying not to cry. I loved him with my whole heart, still do. The fact that he made me believe he loved me too when he never did makes this full thing hurt even more. I glanced up to see if the mysterious guy was still standing at the same place but he had disappeared. He was nowhere in sight. I don’t know why I was looking for him. I made my way to my locker, opening it to put my stuff in that I didn’t need to later in the day. I closed my locker over. “Hi.” I heard a voice next to me, making me jump, letting out a small squeal, making people look at me again. I looked to see who it was and was met with the mysterious guy from a few moments ago standing against the locker. A smirk playing on his lips. I swallowed hard at the sight of him. He was dark and sexy. Not the sort of guy that catches my eye usually, the complete opposite from Joshua. “Um…hi,” I whispered out, feeling myself blush. “Why you blushing I only said hi to you?” he chuckled. “You…you scared me.” I stuttered out. “I'm Avery.” He said no emotion to his voice. “Um…I am…um, Hailey.” I stuttered out. “Cool. See you around babe.” He winked, walking away from me. What just happened? I stood there, not knowing what to do or think. He had left me speechless. I had to pull myself together and get to class before I end up being late. I rushed off to class, taking a seat in the corner, out of everyone’s way. Joshua was in this class. Also Mandy the cheerleader that Joshua was now seeing. Actually, they could have been seeing each other for longer for all I know. I could feel him looking at me. As much as I never wanted to look back at him I ended up doing it. When I did he smirked, wrapping his arm around Mandy, kissing her passionately. The way he used to kiss me. I could see the smug look on his face as he did. I shook my head, turning away from them, wiping a couple of stray tears away before anyone noticed. “Hailey
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[For Mature Audiences] A moan escaped my lips, my hands clutching the sheets around me viciously. His tongue swerving around my wet core felt so good, I felt like I was about to climax if he continued. Having a feeling that I was about to have an orgasm, he lifted his head and glared at me. "I haven't even started the good part yet so you better not come," he ordered. He gave me a seductive smile before returning to my moist core calling for him. He replied fiercely, causing me to bite my bottom lip to stop from coming. He'd surely get mad at me if I came early, Chelsea never came early... He trailed kisses up my stomach, fingering my core so it wouldn't get lonely from his touch.I ran my hand through his dark hair that mimicked Alec's, thinking about him touching me, kissing me. Alec was the guy I loved, the guy I wanted to be with right now, but he didn't want me. He only wanted to be friends. So Ryan here, Ryswick High's bad boy, proposed that we become sex friend to satisfy our unrequited love. It seems he has the hots for Chelsea Baker, once head cheerleader before moving to an all-girl catholic school in Montana. As for I, Emma Thorne, my crush, Alec, is still here as my best friend who has a girlfriend he adores which brings us back to... "AHHH!" I gasped, feeling his manhood suddenly thrust into me. It took me by surprise which pleased him tremendously, his hips moving more brutally in me. He leaned down, his breath over my lips hesitantly before pulling away, probably remembering the deal. No kissing on the lips. Kissing meant that we had feelings for one another and the guy that was making my body jolt with pleasure was the man I've hated since the first day of elementary school. Instead, he kissed my neck, moving his hips harder at the displeasure of me not being Chelsea who he wanted to kiss. I wanted Alec inside me, closing my eyes imagining it was him kissing my shoulder and pulling me up on him. "Oh, God, Chelsea," he moaned. I had become used to being called Chelsea by him. Actually I've become indifferent to the name. I just thought of Alec, pushing him on his back, grinding on top of him. I could hear his voice in my head and picture his face on Ryan's body, grinding harder onto his manhood. "Oh, Emma, you're so incredible," Alec would say, giving me one of his sexy smiles I loved. "I love you so much, Emma." I blinked my eyes, inches from Ryan's face before I realized I wasn't with Alec and pulled away. This was the down side of our "relationship," at the end of the day, Ryan still wasn't Alec and I wasn't Chelsea. We both reached our climax together and I quickly got off of him, knowing I'd feel dirty after. But he wouldn't let me go, grabbing my arms roughly which I winced at. "I want to do it again," he whispered in my ear through his teeth. "I have to go...pick my brother up from afterschool—" "Bull, it's Tuesday, you're mom picks him up on Tuesdays." Damn his memory, it was as good as mine which only made me hate him more. Before I knew it, he was picking me up and throwing me back on the bed, his hands twisting my wrists a bit. "Ouch, that hurts," I whined, hiding my sadistic pleasure of the pain. "It's been three months since we started this, you should have gotten used to it already." Actually, I have gotten used to it, I thought bitterly. I turned away from him, a little frustrated that he had made me into a masochist within these three months. I would have never condoned such roughness he was inflicting on me. Hell, I'd still be a virgin if it wasn't for him. I could soon feel his hot breath against my ear, "One more time, Emma," he whispered. I felt my heart tighten at the sound of my name leaving his tongue. I nodded and immediately he nibbled on my neck, causing a moan to leave my mouth. He knew the exact spots that made me want more. He laced his fingers through mine, kissing down my body, I clutched his fingers tighter. "Harder!" I moaned, liking the pleasurable pain. My heart raced as he dug harder, faster inside me. Overwhelming lust filled me to the brink and I lifted hi
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