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"Do they know that you'd be bringing a date?" I ask teasingly, as I lean a little into the soft brown leather chair and smirk at him. A wicked spark lights up in his green eyes. "Would you like me to tell them I am?" He asks playfully. "That's entirely up to you." His tongues run softly against his bottom lip and I watch as his long index finger gently taps the arm of the leather chair he's also seated in. He exuded such an intimidating sex appeal, and it drove me internally crazy. "I'll let them know." He grins wickedly at me as his eyes scan my face and I honestly wanted him to take me right now. This man caused feelings to ignite in me that I had never experienced before. It was so bizarre. He shifts in his seat a tiny bit and then returns his eyes back to his laptop which causes a sneaky grin to appear on my face because I knew in that moment that his mind was in the exact same place as my own. ~*~ Samara Harris is a bright and beautiful, twenty-seven year old office assistant at an Advertising Firm; living alone in an apartment in the city of Philadelphia. But her life gets immediately turned upside down when a charming, rugged, and assertive twenty-nine year old Lawyer named Deacon Prescott moves in across the hall. Although the instant chemistry between the two is undeniable; the trove of secrets that they both come with threatens the very foundation of both of their lives and their newly forming relationship. How I Met You is an entertaining story of love, humor, and desire; passion and pain. And lies and loss. New chapter posted every week! Content Warning: This story is for mature audiences only! This content includes graphic descriptions of the following: (strong language throughout, sexual situations throughout, instances of violence, instances of drug and alcohol use, instances of physical abuse)
How I Met You:
