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"Every minute, every day like clockwork, I had been sittng here, looking at her. She barely looked at me. Slid a brown eye over at her line of suitors with desire and perhaps a tiny bit of lust but when she found my gaze, it was filled with hatred. Why? I didn't know. She knew nothing about me but God, did I fucking love it. In that moment I recognized she could be both. Hellfire and holy water. And the taste depended on the way you treated her. And I wanted her fucking sweet side."
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Diavolo
RomanceShe hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any...
