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I stared at his abs, wanting to reach out and trace each one.
"Why are you in this shithole?" Darden asked, referring to the cabin.
"Work," I answered. "Why do you keep bothering me?"
"Because it's fun, sweetheart,"
"No it's not," I demanded.
"What's your father like?" he asked. No. I was not going to answer that.
I held my breath.
"Hello?" he called.
"He..." I hesitated. "He killed himself when I was sixteen,"
"I'm so sorry," he assured me. For the first time, I saw sympathy in his eyes.
We were silent the rest of the night, and went to bed. Him on the floor and me on the bed.
A few days passed, and nothing really happened.
"You've been avoiding me, princess,"
"I always avoid you," I snarked nastily. Darden walked over.
"You're a bit of a bitch, sweetheart," he muttered.
"And you're a douche," I snapped back.
"A hot douche," he said with an eyebrow raised.
"Enough with your jokes. If your dick is the size of your brain then I bet it's smaller than my pinky," I crossed my arms.
"Wanna find out?" he teased. I grumbled.
"I said you're not funny."
"Lighten up, princess,"
"How about you just leave me alone!" I was yelling now.
"You're hot when you're angry," he flirtatiously told me.
"How about you fucking leave!" I screamed. He paused. I felt his eyes scan me disdainfully.
"I don't know why I even bother," he whispered, turning away from me.
We were silent for a long moment. I watched him walk towards the door, and I held my breath. But before I could stop myself, a choked sob escaped my lips. Darden froze to a halt and spun back around. His eyes were shut tight, and his fists were balled. After a long moment, his eyes slowly opened.
"Damn it," he growled, shaking his head. We were silent again, until he whipped around in a flash. I only had seconds to gasp before he reached me.
He grasped my face in his hands and wiped away the single tear running down my cheek.
"I didn't mean it," he whispered into my ear.
"Don't," I pushed him off angrily. "Why can't you just let me go home?"
He took a deep breath.
"I didn't kill this family," he admitted. His eyes looked sad, and suddenly all I could think about was making him feel better. I didn't know what to say, or if I believed him or not.
"You're lying," I finally sputtered. I spun on my heel and walked into the bedroom.
"Wait," he called, opening the door. He looked around for a moment, and I was unsure what he was doing.
"If you didn't kill them, then why are you here?" I harshly asked him. He stepped closer.
"Carlene," he whispered. My insides froze and my heart flipped over. He called me by my name, not princess or sweetheart.
"Just answer the question."
He was so close to me now that I could hear his heartbeat.
"I was sent here to kill you,"
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Beautiful, Beloved
Romance"Princess," I said, changing the subject. "Do you have any feelings for me?" I asked, as seductively as I could. She rose from her chair. "No," she said. "Lies," "I fucking hate you, Darden," she crossed her arms. I realized that was the first time...
