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Warning ⚠️ this book contains adult themes and violence. Read at your own risk.
~ Hardin Scott Fan-Fiction ~
Hardin Scott is the ruthless son of a well known London mobster. With his teeth bore and his guard up will he be able...
(Song- Remind Me To Forget by Kygo, Miguel) ———— Ivory's POV
My heart beats rapidly as it works hard to pump blood through my veins. For the first time in what feels like forever.. I feel alive. It may seem corny but Hardin makes me feel things.
He is fire and I have been freezing my whole life.
He is a risk, a mystery and the most certain thing I have ever known.
As soon as my head hits the pillow I am gone, lost to my subconscious which even in sleep is still filled with different variations of Hardin. I can't seem to shake this man..
I feel the bed dip in weight as Hardin crawls in beside me and I hear the faint click of the lamp as it is switched off. The warmth of his body accompanied with the loose grip of his arm around my waist helps settle me into a deep slumber.
However.. it doesn't last long.
Screams. Horrified, chaotic screams echo throughout my silent apartment. I throw myself up from the bed and snap my head in the direction of a thrashing Hardin.
Cold sweat soaks the sheets and I move closer to him. My hands are trembling as panic courses through me. I don't know how to handle this situation..
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I grip onto his shoulders tightly and shake him violently until he springs back to life. His eyes are uncomfortably wide and tears threaten to leak over his waterline.
He breathes sharply and stands from the bed in what seems like a hurry.
"Hardin are you alright? Hardin.. what's wrong?" I question and my own heart rattles in my chest. I am fearful for him. There is no response from him only the loud shuffling of him falling around the dark room.
"Hardin, what is going on?" I raise my voice which eventually manages to grab his attention. His face is flushed and his hair subtly sticks to the sweat that beads on his forehead.
"I have to go."
"What?" I stand from the bed and wrap the cream coloured sheet securely around my naked body, "Why?" I push further as I follow him out of my bedroom and down the hall towards the living area. No response.
"Hardin answer me!" I demand but it only makes matters worse..
"I just have to fucking go!" He screams. His eyes are wild and fierce. I have little to no time to reply before he is then slamming my own front door in my face.
Ouch..
What just happened?
I stand there for a moment just simply staring at the closed door in front of me.
He left me. He really left me.
After having sex with me he just ups and leaves with no explanation. I have so many unanswered questions and my mind feels heavy with so many uncertain answers to those questions. It is as if I am having an internal battle with myself.
