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[color=#7D020D][font=Papyrus]Plot: Sterling Royce happens to be a fairly rich man. He's an owner of a company that creates Sky scrapers and building materials. He has been married to his young wife for two years and honestly has been growing distant from her. Sterling meets your character when you interview as his secretary and they end up flirting for the longest time. Your charrie knows he's married, since he has a wedding band on his left hand. But that doesn't stop either of them from slipping into an intimate relationship. They have to go to great lengths to keep it a secret from not only his wife, but his best friend and everyone at work. Eventually they will have to come to a decision and realize they are both truly in love. What happens is between the two of them, and he has many secrets when it comes to his intimate side. Now that your in love with him, do you think you can handle the stress?
Rules:
-Please be 14 and older. You need to be mature because there will be alcohol, cigarettes, etc.
-I allow intimate scene, so please be mature about it.
-If you're easily offended, I apologize this isn't the thread for you.
-Please be advanced. At least a paragraph a picture and a name in every post.
-Please don't abandon the thread.
-I allow cuss words, just star them. ex.(sh*t)
- Please put the age in the first post.
-If you have any plot twist let me know.
-I hope you enjoy :)
- Sterling is 26 by the way
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I sighed as I stepped out from my Mercedes bends, locking it behind me. My dress shoes made a muffled taping sound with every step I took through the parking garage. I managed to get into the elevator with several other people. "Good morning Mr. Royce." A tiny women said, blushing. I nodded my head. I never did get close to my employes, I was always very professional. I followed the crowd out of the elevator and onto the 9th floor until I reached my office. I opened the door, shutting it behind me. I straightened the cuffs on my black suit, sitting behind my oak wood desk. "Mr. Royce, You have a an interview with a young women today because you fired your secretary a few days ago, can I send her up?" My associate paged me over my phone. I sighed deeply. "Yes you may." I answered, leaning back in my chair.
I ran my hand through my slicked hair, waiting impatiently for this women to come up. I half expected and older women in desperate need of a job. I glanced up at a picture of my wife on my desk. I shook my head silently to myself. I reached up, taking it and shoving it into the drawer of my desk. My wife, Marie and I had another fight last night and I ended up leaving to go to my high rise apartment, I've been practically sleeping there instead of my house because she was mad. Whatever. I was disturbed by a light knock. "Come in." answered, fiddling a pen between my fingers.[/fancypost]
