She isn't fine like she pretends to be. On the contrary.
Liliana Storm Whitlock is shattered into a thousand pieces, used from the ones she loves, betrayed by the ones she loves, broken by the ones she loves.
So she lost herself.
And it all seems t...
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Fuming, I storm out of my car and slam the door shut.
"Hey !"
Harsh breaths huff from my nose like a bull as I glare at the guy leaning against his black motorcycle without a single care in the world. He barely shifts his head facing his phone to my direction as I make my way toward him. That's until I stand rooted right in front of him, arms crossed against my chest.
I can't help to clear my throat when his scent invades my space, a mixture of cigarette and cologne numbing my brain for a second.
"I could have fucking killed you out there !" I say with a harsh voice, keeping my gaze fixed on him and seeing him look in my direction, but his expression is left covered by his black helmet.
"But you didn't." He rasps out and stands up from his leaned position to sneak his hand past me to remove the gas dispenser from his motorcycle. For a second, my eyes widen at his tall stand next to me.
Even beneath his black clothing and leather jacket, I can tell that his body is lethal. Broad shoulders and muscles, but not bulky. I swallow hard as I watch him casually position the pump back in its original place, acting as if I wasn't even in front of him.
"You should be more careful." I state, this time my voice sounding less confident than I intended.
For a split second, his head tilts in my direction and I can see his eyes stilling on my face even through the darkness of his helmet visor. He seems to freeze, before ripping his gaze away and brushing past me again, his scent intoxicating my nostrils. And without another word he grabs his wallet and simply leaves me standing next to his two-wheel drive, as he walks towards the station. Leaving me completely ignored.
I let out a deep sigh when I see him disappear into the station, his scent still invading my space before I walk back towards my car. I wouldn't simply have killed a man, but a fucking Greek God on top of that. Not that it really matters in the end.
It was stupid of me to literally attack him like this, but my body simply couldn't contain the adrenaline and frustration it held within. Now I feel like I just let my emotions take over me, lashing it out on a complete stranger. Weak.
I snatch my wallet from my seat, before slamming my door shut as I make my way inside the gas station. The last thing I have in my mind right now is food, but I still force myself to at least buy a snack and avoid disappointing Liam.
Inside, a cold shiver runs down my spine and I regret not bringing a sweater with me even though the night is still warm. My feet bring me toward the snack aisle, a clear plan lingering in my head already. I realise that my hands are still lightly shaking from the encounter with the biker, but start thinking that it also might be from the lack of food I had today.
I barely manage to grab a pack of Oreos that had to be on the top counter of the aisle and have to stand on my tippy toes with out stretched arms to do so. My top rises, exposing my stomach to the cool air, which makes chills run down my spine once again. Nevertheless, I doubt the chills are only from the air because I can feel a cold stare burning right through me.
