(Price Sisters Spin-off)
Caramia Reyna Price AKA "The Devil Who wears red lipstick"
A rising fashion designer who follows her aunt's footsteps and is the most unhinged person.
With violent tendencies that she suppressed with sarcastic comebacks, it...
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"Does it sting a lot?" I asked her which broke her out of her train of thoughts
She shook her head then made a last look out the window before facing me "Trust me, I've had much worse than this"
"Is that something to boast about?"
Caramia didn't care and just shrugged at me like what she experienced was common "I did master my pain tolerance" Having a high pain tolerance is natural but the experience that made you build a high pain tolerance is not
Her messy hair framed her small face making her look weak and vulnerable
Tim finally arrived with the medicine kit and the ice packet then he left right away to give us privacy, I took care of the pain on Caramia's hand while she was staring at my face
After I finished putting ointment on her hand I raised my head "Is there something on my face?" my hand started to touch my face to see if I have some dirt It would be embarrassing that there might be something on my face when I am this close to Caramia
Slowly her hand gently held my chin "Yes there is" she moved my fave to the left then right "I see a cute guy"
Her words made my face red so I cleared my throat and looked away "I'm being serious here Cara" Being smooth with words must be also one of her charms
"Well I'm being serious here too" she responded with a sly smile on her face, her chocolate brown eyes observed every part of me like I was being watched by a lion It was a feeling that made my muscles go tense, her eyes were too watchful
She pulled me by the collar and suddenly our faces were mere inches close, her eyes never bear warmth when she looks at me Well to be honest all of her pictures and when she talks to other people I could see that her eyes never bear warmth at all, just a cold stone face
I knew quite a few girls that I met in my lifetime and never had I seen such cold eyes like hers
It's like there was nothing that could make her eyes glint with happiness. It was scary yet so alluring
"You're mine," she said abruptly
"As a psychologist right?" I gave her a small smile, she rolled her eyes at me then sigh before fixing my collar "Sure let's pretend it's that" she answered before kissing me on the cheek
My eyes widened as I felt her soft lips touch my cheeks as her hands crept to cup one side of my face What the hell is going on?!
