Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
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Logan Reat:
I drop my head back, letting the water around me go still for a moment. I want her and I hate myself for it. We shouldn't be doing things like this, we even agreed to a rule that strictly meant to not fall for each other and I normally don't break my promises. Besides she only sees us as friends so what's the point in liking her anyway?
I still want her bad. If she walked up to me right now and kissed me, I would never in a million years pull away. But that's just a stupid scenario I made up in my head and it's most likely not going to happen.
I tried to call her at least 30 times yesterday but she either ignored or declined all my calls which made me furious. I even thought about paying her a visit but I didn't want to bother her, so I never called her today, I wanted to but decided against it.
She doesn't even realize how crazy she drives me. How bad I want to pin her arms over her head and slam my lips onto hers, to shut her up for a split second. But that's idiotic, if I'm ever able to have her in my bedroom I don't want her to shut up, I want her to scream for me and for me only.
Goddammit I need to stop thinking about her. It's not going to work if she's going to keep ignoring me, but then again I'll only make everything worse if I try to talk to her now. She doesn't need me, not right now and probably not ever. Maybe it's best that way, but that doesn't mean I don't want her to be mine. Because I fucking do.
The door leading inside the kitchen opening makes me look away from my hands, which were, as I only notice now, fiddling with each other. I see a small, thin silhouette walk through the doors and my eyes slightly widen when the figure walks closer.
It's Violet. In a white Cover-up and underneath she's wearing a white bikini that fits her body in the most amazing way possible. Her curvy hips move as she walks over towards me and my mouth gapes open when she crosses her arms, leaning against the hot tub. Fucking eyes don't betray me, stay on hers.
She licks her lips, tilting her head and I sigh when all she does is stare at me. "Why are you here Violet?" I ask her, my voice calm when I can feel myself getting hot at the sight of her, for fucks sake. "I just wanna talk." she mumbles and I nod. "Talk then. I'm listening." my eyes trail down her body once she walks up the stairs into the hot tub, dropping her Cover-up behind her.
Slowly she steps into the warm water and walks over to me. My eyes never leave hers when she sits down on my lap, guiding my hands to her waist as I'm frozen in place, not able to do anything. Her hands move to the back of my head and she starts to play with my hair.
"Why do you lie so much?" she breaths and it takes everything inside me to not kiss her. "Why do you lie so much?" I questions her, referring to her lying to her parents. "You can't question my question." she squints her eyes close and my tongue trails the inside of my cheek. "I just did."
