I don't want us to be enemies
So I'm thinkin' maybe I should leave
'Cause you bringin' out the worst in me
Worst in me,
I love you so much that I hate you
Right now, it's so hard to blame you
'Cause you're so damn beautiful
So damn beautiful
Is it easier to stay? Is it easier to go?
I don't wanna know,
But I know that I'm never,
ever gonna change
And you know that you're always gonna stay the same.
~Easier.
(By: 5SOS, Charlie Puth.)
|| 3 Years Ago ||
When you get used to your life, no matter how it treats you, you never see the tornados coming your way. Sometimes, you even walk in on one yourself and get knocked out cold.
Wearing a floral red skin tigh sundress, Krystal was on her way to the Rumlow house for a breakfast, before going to her work.
Ringing the bell, she was standing back holding her bag and a few files, when Greg opened the door.
"Good morning, Ms. Krystal." Greg said with a wholesome smile.
"Good morning, Greg. How are you?" Krystal asked in a low voice,with a soft smile, walking in.
"I am good, Ms. Krystal. How are you?" He asked calmly, closing the door.
"I'm fine, thanks, Greg." Krystal sweetly replied, walking towards the living room.
As she passed the corridor, her ears caught the chattering noise coming from the living room and soon, her eyes landed on the Rumlow family sitting on the dinning table with an unfamiliar face laughing and talking to them.
"Yeah, That was a long time ago." The man with a sharp jawline and cheekbones said, cheerfully, sitting infront of Brock.
"Yeah, yeah it was." Brock said chuckling, while everyone else was smiling. "Krystal." He said as his eyes caught her, stepping towards them.
Krystal pressed her lips, "Good morning, everyone." She softly said, gripping the files in her hand.
"Good morning, dear." Mr. Rumlow said, looking at Krystal with a smile. "Grant-" he looked at the new man. "This is Krystal Ivy, Brock's fiancee." He said and the man, stood up looking at an anxious Krystal, trying not to look at him for too long.
"Hello. Grant Ward." The man said in a deep voice, holding his hand out and Krystal hesitantly slipped her palm into his.
"Hi. Nice to meet you." She said politely and Grant shook her hand with a certain tenderness, sending her a charming smile. This man's trouble.
"Likewise." He said in a deep voice, still gazing at her and she pressed her lips into a thin smile, flickering her eyes between the people on the table and Grant.
"Take a seat, Krystal." Mark said and she snapped her head into his direction, nodding her head.
Grant sensed a hint of discomfort in Krystal's behaviour as she quickly walked past him to sit next of Brock while he sat back, parallel to them.
"Grant, you're here to close a deal, right?" Mark asked, drinking his juice.
"Yes, sir." Grant said positively, which was unusually for Krystal around the Rumlows. "Dad wanted to come with but he says that he's too old for business deals and travelling, now" He said resting his arms over the table, making Mark chuckle.
"That's great, the next generation running the company." Mark said, placing his glass down and Grant nodded his head with a smile.
"Where are you staying, man?" Brock asked him, leaning back on the chair.
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Gallium // Bucky Barnes // 18+
Romance× DARK × MATURE × ROMANCE × "Are you afraid of me?" He asked against the shell of her ear, sending vibrations down her spine. Wetting her lips, she shook her head slightly. "No." She whispered and her dress dropped on the floor, encircling her feet...
