"well sure as hell you look like death" the woman screeches as I climb into the taxi. I mean I couldn't blame her for the state I was in I looked like a cat, a psychopath even.
"sure I feel like death at the moment" I whisper trying not to alarm my migraine I got from the hang over how the hell had I slept with a player focus your the player this man is mad over you ignore him.
"Where you going lady"she scraped her voice along my head I swear I felt I was dreaming as THE PLAYER echoed from behind "how much does she owe you I'll pay."
That snake got me drunk and I didn't even know it which left me with the question of who the hell am I? I'm 'THE PLAYER' why have I now given him my title I had once forged myself he's not a player or he wouldn't have come back and paid. Although it was an offer I couldn't refuse as all I wanted to do was get into my pjs as I felt like I was just a backward cat of the forest gump from a horror movie.
He soon made me slip into his arms him opening my door and calling to work for me 'charming' I guess pfft he will be gone by tonight I'm using him to get over my hangover if he's not gone I'll make sure of it myself!
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Roman d'amourshe's the player but with a twist.she finds a boy who is not only a player but everything she hates. one night stand both first to forever.
