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Copyright© 2008 by Ella Robbins
Chapter 14
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Could one picture really mean the end? For Emma Graham, you never know...
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Romantic Heterosexual
Last seen: Luke Brown, senior at Kingston School for Boys, ordering flowers at Takashimaya on Madison. Two hours later, the flowers were delivered to Josie Paterson's penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue.
There were two pictures. The first was him handing his platinum AmEx to the woman behind the counter, with that sloppy, adorable grin of his, his shaggy hair falling into his beautiful eyes. The second was that bitch signing her name on the delivery sheet, giving the delivery boy as flirtatious a grin as she could muster in her flirty, tiny baby tee and low slung jeans.
That bitch, Emma screamed, and promptly threw the magazine against the ivory colored wall of her massive bedroom overlooking Park Avenue.
Emma? her college sophomore brother, Henry, came in. He had just come home from college the day before. His break for Thanksgiving was starting, and it was Monday. Thanksgiving was Wednesday, and they had the whole week off for a Thanksgiving break.
He had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his perfect body glistening. His hair stuck in all directions from the towel rub he was giving it. His sapphire eyes sparkled.
I hate her! That coke addict, alcoholic, anorexic, bulimic, fucking bitch! she screamed at the top of her lounges, and promptly flung herself onto her bed.
Emma! What the hell?
That bitch ... the next promptly thing she did was to promptly burst into tears.
Want to call this apparent €—bitch' anything else?
Shut up ... she sobbed. She's done drugs, stolen my fucking boyfriend, we got revenge by turning her in when she did coke in the loo at Heaven, and then is still stealing my fucking boyfriend.
So maybe he shouldn't be your €—fucking boyfriend' and you said you've already gotten revenge ... what's the problem?
She gestured vaguely towards the wall where the magazine had flopped to the floor. He wandered over, and scooped it up.
Whoa...
Exactly ... that fucking bitch...
Okay, let's go...
She had locked herself in her room on Friday afternoon when Liz had stormed the cafeteria, Page Six and pale blonde hair flying through the air.
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