"Do you trust me?" He asked, Trailing his hands up and down my body, causing me to shiver.
"Yes." I replied, softly.
"Good." I felt him hover over my body, "You should."
He began to trail kisses down my neck,
"What's your safe word, Esmeralda?"
"re...
THIS STORY INCLUDES SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT, BULLYING, MENTION OF ABUSE, SELF-HARM, AND MENTION OF RAPE.
IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THOSE TOPICS, PLEASE CLICK OFF.
(There will not be a TW on any of the chapters. This was the warning!!)
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[ epigraph ]
"If Tomorrow Never Comes, Tell me you love me today."
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[ Esmeralda Tate Ramirez ] { Aka: Esme, E, Em, Tate, Sage } [ twenty-Three ] < Senior in college, studying at the University Of Washington; Surgical Nurse program. >
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[ Dean Milo Cullen ] {Aka: D, Milo } [ twenty-eight ] < Anatomy Professor at The University Of Washington; Graduated head of his class; Very smart. >
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[ Time ]
Start Date: May 16, 2021
Release Date: August 19, 2021
End Date: TBD ________
[ Authors Note ] All the characters and names are original and fictional, made by me. The pictures are just for reference on what I'd like the characters to look like, but it's completely up to you. I hope you all enjoy!!
Ps. The italics are texts, phone calls, chapter names, and or the characters' inner thoughts/self-conscious.
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[ Sneak Peak ]
I was pressed up against his desk, and his rough hands gripped my waist, "You're free to leave at any time, you know." He whispered, our faces were just a few inches apart.
Part of me wanted to stay, to feel his lips touch mine, to feel his hands roam my body, but the other part of me said no, told me that it was wrong. But was it?
"What if I don't want to leave?" I stuttered. A smirk crept up onto his lips, making my cheeks flush red.
