Shattered Hearts
A/N: Okay, so I still have my other non-Alias story, but I will get on that one soon, but this one came to me. The first chapter is the beginning, introducing you to the characters, I have about 22 pages in Word right now, so if people like it, I'll post more soon. Let me know what you think!
Prologue
Courtney Perez was your typical twenty seven year old woman; had the perfect job after years of working for it, was making a minimal amount of money, but didn’t care, she loved her job, and looking for the love she once had.
She lived in a double room apartment on the third floor of the complex, and owned man’s best friend, her English Springer Spaniel she had affectionately names Gracie three years prior.
She had enough friends, some she had know since they had been in diapers, some since grade school, some since junior high - her most awkward age - and some since the time of her life: high school. But most of them had come from her four fabulous years at New York University where she had studied to become a journalist.
Working for one of the top papers in the state, she had everything she could ever want, except for one thing: the kind of love she had lost ten years before, and desperately wanted to find once again.
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Avery Vincent enjoyed the life of a typical bachelor: various woman whenever he wanted them, mostly different each day of the week.
He owned and ran the most popular bar and nightclub in the city of Chicago, and enjoyed the monetary benefits of such a job.
He could have any woman he wanted, what with his looks and his money, every woman wanted him, but he was rather picky, and at this time in his life, certainly not looking for a commitment. He had been that stupid once; he wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
Not only did he operate his own business, but he also had his PhD, and was a certified doctor. But he didn’t like having to be stuck on one route for the rest of his life, he’d rather not know what he had to face from day to day, be unpredictable. Not have to show up to work if he didn’t feel like it, and have no one to answer to. He was the boss; he was his own boss. And that was the way he liked it.
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It's short I know, but if you like it, I'll post more soon!
-Nicole
A/N: Okay, so I still have my other non-Alias story, but I will get on that one soon, but this one came to me. The first chapter is the beginning, introducing you to the characters, I have about 22 pages in Word right now, so if people like it, I'll post more soon. Let me know what you think!
Prologue
Courtney Perez was your typical twenty seven year old woman; had the perfect job after years of working for it, was making a minimal amount of money, but didn’t care, she loved her job, and looking for the love she once had.
She lived in a double room apartment on the third floor of the complex, and owned man’s best friend, her English Springer Spaniel she had affectionately names Gracie three years prior.
She had enough friends, some she had know since they had been in diapers, some since grade school, some since junior high - her most awkward age - and some since the time of her life: high school. But most of them had come from her four fabulous years at New York University where she had studied to become a journalist.
Working for one of the top papers in the state, she had everything she could ever want, except for one thing: the kind of love she had lost ten years before, and desperately wanted to find once again.
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Avery Vincent enjoyed the life of a typical bachelor: various woman whenever he wanted them, mostly different each day of the week.
He owned and ran the most popular bar and nightclub in the city of Chicago, and enjoyed the monetary benefits of such a job.
He could have any woman he wanted, what with his looks and his money, every woman wanted him, but he was rather picky, and at this time in his life, certainly not looking for a commitment. He had been that stupid once; he wasn’t going to make that mistake again.
Not only did he operate his own business, but he also had his PhD, and was a certified doctor. But he didn’t like having to be stuck on one route for the rest of his life, he’d rather not know what he had to face from day to day, be unpredictable. Not have to show up to work if he didn’t feel like it, and have no one to answer to. He was the boss; he was his own boss. And that was the way he liked it.
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It's short I know, but if you like it, I'll post more soon!
-Nicole