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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"

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Liz was not willing to sit and do nothing while waiting for the rescue to arrive. She tried to twist her body and get her arms to be in front, but her wrists were tightly bound at her back, and she failed.

She wiggled toward the bench because it was the closest piece of furniture with the idea that if she could sit on it, her position will be better to see what else is there. Maybe she could find something sharp on the table, to cut her binds and get out of here.

Liz reached the bench and tried to lean on it sideways in an attempt to push herself up. To Liz's horror, the bench flipped and fell on the floor with a bang, scraping her back in the process. Liz winced in pain and she would cry as well, but her mouth was blocked and only a muffled exhale was heard.

Liz blinked rapidly when the door opened, and the brightness assaulted her eyes as someone flicked the light switch.