Hey all, this is my first story. I hope you like it...but if you don't (or if you do) please send me feedback. I could use as much as you have to give.
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Um, I guess that's all. I'm still figuring out how this all works as I'm new to the entire member's section now.
Okay, to the story...or rather chapter 1
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Julia dropped her bag in the middle of the bag before turning and flopping on to it herself. "This room is amazing! This island is amazing! I'm so glad I got my own room, it's just what I needed after he...no, don't think about it. It'll ruin the happiness of being here." she thought to herself. Just a few days before, she had been with her boyfriend, Denny. He was ammazingly handsome, and she felt so lucky that out of all the girls at their university, he chose her. At least, that's what she thought, apparently he had been going behind her back with the other girls.
Now she was in the Caribbeans, on an island for her brother's wedding. As the maid of honor, her brother, Jack, had booked her a single suite.
Julia heard a knock at the door. When she opened it, a hotel bellboy pushed in a cart piled with luggage.
"Excuse me? These aren't my bags. I think you have the wrong room," she said.
A tall man peeked his head around the cart and peered into the room. His eyes roamed the suite before falling onto Julia.
"Pardon me. This is my room. What are you doing in here?" he asked. Julia gaped at him. Who the hell did he think he was?