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Accident Prone

Elizabeth (aka Liz): an attractive young lady, smart, career-driven, self-sufficient, wants to save the world (one surgery at a time). Maximilian (aka Max): hot, smart, rich, playboy, who loves to party! What happens when Liz and Max meet due to an accident? Their personalities are clashing but persistent accidents keep pulling them together. An accident: an event that happens by chance or that is without apparent or deliberate cause. ... Mature content! 18+ … Excerpt from the story... Max was confused. "Aren't you appalled by my words? Offended? Why are you still here and not running to your place?" Liz shrugged. "Last night you promised no lies. And I hope that you are comfortable enough with me to say what is on your mind. No matter if you are gay or not, the fact that I feel safe with you will not change. Unless you do something to prove me wrong." Max was surprised by this logic. But then he remembered the deal they made: he will not lie, no games and he will treat her with respect… and she believes him. "You want to know what is on my mind?" He decided to try his luck: "I want to kiss you." Liz frowned for a second while thinking about how to respond. Then she craned her neck and pointed at her cheek. "Here." Max was not sure if he should laugh or cry. "That is not the kiss I was going for." "That is the only one you will get. Take it or leave it." Max is not silly to miss an opportunity. "I will take whatever you are willing to give me." ... This is a heartwarming story that will make you all warm and fuzzy while you laugh and sigh... --- Thank you for reading! ***** I own the cover. ***** Check out my other novels: - "Is this Destiny?" - "Amara - Reunion" - "The Supreme Alpha" - "The Alpha's Bride"

RedSonia · Urbano
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505 Chs

Weekend in Sin City (13)

Quentin, Max, and Hunter were in the chapel that Quentin booked for the occasion. All three of them looked sharp in their suits.

The wedding chapel was small and clean. Actually, it was one rectangle-shaped room with colorful mosaic windows at the far end behind the altar, which gave it a church-like feel. The small crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling looked out of place, and the flower petals scattered on the floor were half-withered, probably because they are there since the chapel opened for business early that morning.

The light gray carpet stretched from the entry door straight toward the altar, with rows of chairs on each side.

The chapel could accommodate about thirty guests and it was one of the largest fast-wedding chapels available. No one comes to Sin City with a big wedding party. Couples come here to elope, and they get married with a handful of friends at most (usually gambling-buddies they met on the previous night).