After discovering that her boyfriend of three years is cheating on her with his girl best friend, Yasemin Hogan knows she can do way better than a little material revenge. Julian broke her heart, she will break his.
By fake dating his enemy.
Elija...
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HI! IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK!! Hope you're doing well.
OK, this chapter is so chaotic but in a good way I think, it's so DJDJNEJFJEF (ain't gonna translate this). This chapter is angsty at first... It isn't a step backwards in their relationship; they actually reached the breaking point. They have never been this vulnerable to each other, this close to giving in, therefore never been this upset. The last defense they got against each other is nothing but... aggression. :) Happy read!!
"Looking for trouble?"
Elijah towered over me, his coldness touching my skin. The words he had just said about my perfume and his desire to fuck me were spinning in my head without any control of my own. Every nerve ending in my body had been awakened, the knots in my belly tangled, my heart set into an endless race.
I felt the heat rising to my cheeks, as much from the embarrassment of being caught as from having him right in front of me, shirtless. But I couldn't allow my nervousness to show through any more than that. Keeping a straight face, I inclined my head back to look at him straight in the eye as a smirk curved my lips. I answered with a tone colder than his, "Yes."
He tilted his head toward me, his wet curls following the movement with fearsome grace. He was so attractive with wet hair that it was painful to watch.
"You just found it."
"Really? What are you going to do? Report me to your coach? Go ahead."
"I'm not talking about that kind of trouble."
His sly smile made my stomach flutter.
"What kind then?" I muttered but I already knew.
He took a step forward, stepping over the threshold of the cabin, preventing me from getting out without having to touch his firm, tanned skin in the process.
The cubicle was so narrow that I couldn't take a step back, and my body grew a little more heated by his proximity. I sucked in a breath.
He studied me with his veiled gaze, with this attention I didn't understand, this confusion, as if I were an exam he had been studying for hours, but whose correct answers kept escaping him even with the hardest concentration.
Then his eyes drifted down to my lips and stayed there.
He drew even closer to me and I didn't know how to think or breathe anymore. We were only inches apart, in that almost embrace, in that almost surrender. We kept staring at each other in silence but his eyes cried, I want to kiss you, and mine breathed out as much, Let me go, as, Kiss me.
Just the thought of him touching me sent a wave of shivers through my body. It terrified me, angered me, excited me. I had to get out of there before I did something unbelievably stupid. Hoping to sound resolute and annoyed enough, I closed the little distance between us and avoided his gaze.
