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His eyes meet mine once more, before seemingly snapping out of his gaze an cold stare on his face as if it is was to scare me. I give him an tight lipped smile barely feeling any welcome here.
"Are all of you this rude?" I ask making him shoot one of his perfectly arched eyebrows up at me with an small glare as the corner of my lips tilt up. He definitely thinks I would back down because of his rock hard face, that is so hot. He was definitely an sight for sore eyes, he had an body of sin, dark hair, and dim blue eyes that lacked a light that he deserved.
"Are you always this fucking annoying?" he asks, his voice full of baritone that it even made me shiver. Hot man, Hot bod, Hot voice. That's not an good trio for me, he's definitely an man full of sins that he wants to take away.
God here I am again, reading him as if I've been researching him for hundreds and thousands of years. I can feel how uncomfortable he is, yet the slight sense of safety- that quickly goes away. He has an million walls up, an I can understand that because god I do too. Jackson, my Once lover now he's just- I don't know what he is.
He's just not the man that I fell in love with years ago.
The small scoff running from Mr.Di Mauro's mouth made my head perk up. His lips were so beautiful , plump, and pink. His eyes seemed to hold this grudge against me yet I have no idea why? I stare at him my eyes piercing through his as he tries to take full dominance over the situation here.
"You can stop now, you've won." He says with an small pout which is obviously covered up with his signature glaring face which I find quite pretty. He grabs multiple shopping bags from behind him and gives them to me. Luxurious places. I give him a small smile, before grabbing the bags out of his hand one arm falling limp at the heaviness.
Shit, I thought I was strong!
Instead of walking away like I expected he grabs majority of the bags and walks in front l of the stairs motioning for me to follow him. I do so, multiple bags in hand and a little beak of light on my face. Mr. Di Mauro wasn't so bad, putting him through therapy wouldn't be so bad. I definitely would not be scared and running.
"What's your name." I ask out of nowhere as we walk up yet another flight of stairs. God they need a fucking elevator! This is the 3rd and last flight of stairs. He shoot's me a look as we both climb onto the last stair. My feet are definitely thanking me.
