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AMBER

"I better go..." I whispered, heaving my chest. "W – what are you going to do about the b – body?"

"Don't worry about the body," he shrugged. "I'll take care of it."

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled. "This is all my fault. I've caused you so much trouble."

"Are you kidding me?"

He widened his eyes.

Damn, those beautiful hazel eyes.

"That bastard deserved everything that was coming to him," he snarled.

I gave him a feeble nod.

My heart was in my throat.

Not knowing what to say...

Not knowing what to do.

So I settled on the first thing that came to my mind.

"I b – better go then," I swallowed. "I shouldn't keep my friend waiting."

I turned on my heel, ready to make my way to the door, biting down on my lip, hard, in an attempt to stop the tears from spilling.

But then I felt his hand on my arm, as he closed the space between us.

"Hey..." he whispered, in a deep, caring voice, that caused me to set on fire.

I turned around to face him, and I saw a genuine, concerned expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked nervously. "You got what you wanted now... I think I should leave."

His eyes widened as I said this, a little taken aback by my reaction.

"Is that how you think I see you?" he said softly.

"Well, how else do you see me?" I mumbled. "You probably have to deal with creeps like this all the time."

"I don't come clubbing that often," he shrugged. "I came here because my friend dragged me here. And yeah... He'll help me take care of the body."

I could feel my heart thump against my chest, knowing full well that this man probably dealt with this shit of taking care of bodies regularly.

It should have terrified me...

It should have made me run a mile.

But it didn't.

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