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Run, Girl (If You Can)

Keeley, a simple plain Jane, hits the jackpot. [No, she did not win the lottery!] At least that's what she thinks when she marries the most eligible bachelor in New York City: Aaron, a wealthy cold-hearted heartthrob and Tycoon. She wants to show the world that she deserves her position and bends over backward to fit into his world. One beautiful day, Aaron hands her a document asking her to sign. A divorce paper... "She's pregnant, and I need to take responsibility." That is the last thing that keeps on playing in her mind before she takes her last breath. Keeley dies, a 'hit and run'. [End of story. Not!] For some unexplainable reason, she wakes up as her younger self. A young high school girl, around the time when she first meets her cheating husband. Remembering her life with Aaron before she died, she makes a promise to herself that she will do everything in her power to avoid him at all costs. Will she be able to keep her promise when Aaron has his own plans as well, specifically for her? Or will she repeat history and fall for him once more... Why not journey with me and find out the truth behind their story. *Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

Mcllorycat · Fantasía
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I Really Don't Get You

Ryan wanted to come over and see Keeley's new place and there was absolutely no way she could allow that. For one, this was a temporary stop over. Two, she would have to explain she was staying with a friend and he knew all of her friends. He would realize instantly that it was Aaron and get pissed off.

She knew Ryan was just looking out for her in his own way but he didn't have the full story. She didn't want to be lectured so she suggested they go get burgers instead.

"So, what have you been up to this week aside from unpacking?" he asked after swallowing a bite of his meal.

Keeley hadn't been unpacking at all. "Watching TV, hanging with the cats, swimming. Not much. I have to say though, I am loving not having homework so I can just relax after work."

He laughed. "I remember that feeling. It is really nice. Hang on though, cats? Plural? Did you get another one?"

Oops. "No, this is my…roommate's…cat."