Jace Smith, a 19 year old heir of the Italian mafia, or mostly known as "The Devil", he doesn't have a soft spot for anyone, but with an arranged marriage with a girl he hates that can change.
Hazel Williams, an 18 year old daughter of an abusive mo...
Hazel Williams We got back and I went to my room with tears in my eyes. "One of his sluts, huh?" I chuckled. Fucking manwhore, can't he learn to respect women?
I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, took off my make up and did skincare. The pajama I'm going to wear is so fucking revealing. One wrong move and I'm naked. It's so hot outside I can't bare to wear long sleeves.
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I grabbed my MacBook and watched Netflix. Nothing interesting there. I just watched Lucifer for a bit before my eyes started closing on their own. ________ "Fuck off." I smacked my alarm, turning it off in the process. It was currently 5:30, and I am not functioning.
Much to my disliking, I made my way downstairs after brushing my teeth. My legs were wobbly because I didn't get enough sleep. I never expected anyone to be up right now, but my luck had other ideas.
I gasped when I saw Jace. Shirtless. He was wearing sweatpants, gray sweatpants. They hung low on his waist. His v-line was prominent. And his abs, oh my god his abs. They were sculpted by a God. Tattoos absolutely everywhere. I might drool.
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Turns out I wasn't the only one checking the other out. His eyes were trailing down my body. I forgot I was wearing this kind of pajama, shit.
I passed by him and opened the fridge, maybe if I don't talk to him he won't talk to me? That's how I avoid conversations. There was lots of food in the fridge, what the fuck do I pick.
"Why are you up?" I heard a deep, attractive, husky voice, with an annoyed tone in it tho. What, I can't be up in the morning?
I just chuckled, don't say anything Hazel, don't say anything. I mean sure, he was scary and attractive as fuck, but his looks won't get him anywhere with me.
As soon as I chuckled, someone pinned me to the counter, oh sweet baby Jesus I want to kiss him.
"I said, why. are. you. up?" His voice sent shivers down my spine. If we were in any other scenario, my lips would've been on his already.
Boldness rushed over me again. I leaned in, my lips were millimeters away from him. "I just wanted to wake up early." I felt his shaky breath on my lips.
He looked down at my lips, leaned in. Holy shit. His lips met the corner of mine, one millimeter closer and they would've been straight on mine.
As soon as he let me go I got to making my food, just so I wouldn't have to think about this. After finishing my sandwiches, I packed them up and ran upstairs.
Okay, what's the outfit for today? I chose a pink top, gray cargos and a brown zip-up. Just to make sure I don't get dress coded.
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I packed my bag and went downstairs. There stood the almighty Jace, in all his glory. The bitch was dressed in a suit.
Well, I can't expect any less from his fine mafia ass. He probably wipes it with 100 dollar bills.
I rolled my eyes, and passed by him to get to the door. Fuck this shit.
