Behind His Smile ( Boys From Hell #4)

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| Mia |

I was alone .

And I was looking at my reflection.

Feeling so. .scrambled.

The excitement in the pit of my stomach had died with each passing second. Slowly, I raised my hand and touched the soft curls. .it sprang with the touch. Bouncing around.

Now that the dust had settled. .I was wondering. . wondering why the hell was i looking like this? Made up and ready to be served?

For whom?

For a guy who didn't even know my last name.

The thing was I didn't come under the category of those people who just went with the flow. No. .I questioned. I analyzed . I deducted.

And the deduction I did was. .

You're so frigging dumb, Mia!

Slightly shaking my head at how dumb I was. . .I unhooked my earrings and put them back where they belonged to.

Taking some makeup wipes, I wiped everything off.

Just when I was doing that, wiping away the armor , I could feel the disappointment . .the how could you settling in my bones.

Every girl thinks she's a badass and she won't fall for the pince charming but oh hell no! Everyone falls for charming.

Because he shocks you with his sexy smile and slow burn tactics.

And Zachary Smith misted all around me.

His allure got me. .

Stupid stupid!

I was tugging out of the skintight dress.

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Who comes to rescue when you have nothing to eat?

"Ramen noodles! Oh how I missed you!" I crooned and went as far as kissing the pack of red hot ramen.

I was in a good mood.

Or maybe I was faking it with myself?

Trying to fool around with my heart.

Sighing, I put the pot on the stove and let it boil. Leaning across the marble shelf, I tried not to think too much of what just happened.

When he doesn't find me outside of the building , he'll go on his  merry way.

I didn't have his phone number so he can go to hell for all I cared.

My heart twisted at that thought which kinda shocked me because . .I didn't even know the guy! Now I wished I had told Gloria everything. She would have tonnes of advice ready to dish out.

Cursing myself , I stirred the noodles in the pot. The smell of it calming me down.

I knew one thing for sure!

My sixth sense kept raising red flags all over Zachary Smith and I was not going to ignore them at all.

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Dinner was ready and it was enough to make me happy. Already I forgot about everything. For a while.

Setting the bowl on the table, I took my cellphone out of my Jean's pocket and searched for something to read.

I couldn't eat if I didn't read.

It could be anything really.

A celebrity juicy controversy or a cheating scandal or anything scientific. I was not picky at all.