Hayden's POV
I got into the taxi, grinning at the shocked look that had come over her face.
I usually despised the subway, but after today I might just start taking it in hopes to see her again.
I barely even knew her. I didn't even get her fucking name. But there was no denying how beautiful she was. Especially as she scared the shit out of that pervert.
Goddammit. I should have gotten her name. Now she'd be on my mind for god knows how long.
Truthfully though, I didn't mind. She just made herself a mystery.
And I love mysteries.
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Romantizm"Come on baby," I mimicked him from earlier, batting my eyes at him, "don't you want to fuck me?" His eyes blazed with a challenge as his hands wound into my hair tugging it harshly and his thigh pressed against my wet core. "By the time I'm done wi...
