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A Fragile Reunion

Brittany was such a lucky girl at 18 years old, she had loving parents, and a cute best friend she was harbouring feelings for when something happened, she got acquainted with Lucas the son of her mother’s employer. Naive, they became friends and had unprotected sex and Brittany had to have an abortion since Lucas's father and family members threatened to harm her if she proceeded with the pregnancy. This left Lucas, who is now 30, to join the Marines after obtaining a law degree as well as running away from a dominating father. In the military, he suffers a traumatic event which leaves him with PTSD, then has to go back to his father’s business where he is pressured to marry and produce an heir. Later on, Brittany starts working on the Interior design of Lucas’s family mansion and they again meet each other. Lucas does not remember being with Brittany, but he later still feels the suffering caused by his family to her. Brittany and Lucas have a fake marriage to have control of the family business, but at the same time, Lucas fights with his PTSD and Brittany is devastated by the loss of her mother and betrayal by her family. They have to unmask Lucas’s cunning stepmother and demanding father to regain the title they both deserve and rediscover the bond they lost long ago.

Jerry_Grey · Adolescente
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A Kiss and a Promise

…wait, have I ever said Brittany looked stunning in a dress? She looked edible in an apron. I didn't know I was a fan of aprons until that moment. 

Her hair was packed up with a few stubborn tendrils flowing to her back and her face. She was barefooted and wearing a loose gown. The girl could wear a sack and easily be the most beautiful woman in the room. 

Brittany

She looked homey and for a moment–longer than that–I imagined her in my space looking like that. Instead of standing in her living room looking like a lost lamb with my mouth hanging open, I would be by her side to welcome a visitor and we would go back to the kitchen to finish cooking. We would exchange kisses with a promise to explore each other at the speed of a snail when our visitors were gone.