18 year old Adora Rae Baker was an cam girl, has been since her mother and father had turned to a life of hard drugs and booze. She did it to survive. She had to come up with all the rent money, the food money and everything else in between and she...
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It was six thirty am on a cloudy autumn morning, as Adora begrudgingly gets up from her small Queen sized bed, and yawned into her palms as she turned off the alarm. She relaxed on her bed again, her mind reeling from what happened last night with Emmett.
The way he held her.
The way he choked her.
The way he had her screaming her name out during the second and third round.
She was surprised no one came home until 8:30 pm when she got up to leave.
She lit up a blunt that she had slipped from her purse as she laid across the bed in Emmett's enormous room, the room was covered in the typical plain white aesthetic that the Cullen's seemed to enjoy having, a sharp contrast from Adora's small cramped room that had enough room for her bed, a dresser, last but certainly not least a vanity.
"Adora?" Emmett's deep baritone voice sounded from beside her as he rubs his hands across her soft dark brown legs.
"Yeah Emmett?" She responds as she passed the blunt to Emmett for him to take a drag out of him. She noticed it was abit weird for him to have smoked two with her and he wasn't the slightest bit high. "Damn your tolerance is shit."
He chuckled. "I told you." He said as he takes the drag. It was like a personal inside joke for him. "You gonna need to quit soon then this isn't the way to live."
He hands it to her when he was finished as he gave her the same damn stare that he's been giving her all damn night. "We went 3 rounds. Ain't you tired?"
He smiled as he gave her a grin. "Nope." He said, popping the p.
She rolled her eyes at his antics. "I'm sore." She told him as she ran her hands through her long mahogany hair. "Hmm what color hair should i do next?" She thought to herself, she was plamning on going to the beauty supply some time soon.
Emmett thought about it for a moment before responding. "How about Ginger?" He suggested and her eyes lit up.
"Yes. I haven't done ginger in so long. Plus it's autumn, even better." She mused as she turned to stare at Emmett's face. He was just so damn gorgeous and well, out of her league.
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With his dark brown curls on his head, his strong golden eyes, his strong jawline, how his pale skin contrasted against my dark mahogany skin. His imposing frame that always stood above everyone else, being the tallest in the room, almost everywhere he went. He was just way out of her league.
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"What's on your mind?" Emmett asked her, his usually booming voice was low and deep but still comforting. She shook her head. "Oh nothing," She says as she answered him with a wide smile.
He gave her look that he saw past that but he didn't want to argue with her. He just wanted to hold her until she went home.
She was happy he didn't question her any further, he just held her as she drifted off to sleep.
She snapped out of her thoughts as she left her home and walked over the long distance to her car because she didn't trust her parents not to sell it. She blasted Js's hit, Love Angel as she drove the distance to school from her neighborhood.
Her thoughts all on Emmett as she sang along.
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