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18+ Mature readers!!!
This will contain smut, toxicity, jealousy, possessiveness, violence and explicit language
Not a happy story
Every girl has hope they'll be the ones that the other person will change for, they then could fix him.
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Warnings-Cussing, No smut (I know it's weird for me too)
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Just an fyi, this story will not follow the movie storyline, will just have some things mentioned from the movie.
Miguel catches the picture with his fast reflexes before it could hit the floor.
"Why were you snooping through my stuff!" He folds the picture and snatches his suit from my hands.
"I-I w-wasn't- I was just picking up our clothes and it slipped out." I've seen him angry before but this.. this is next level.
"You had no right!" He shouts and i slightly flinch to his tone.
"Y-You h-have a daughter?" I say shocked.
His nose flares and he menacingly marches towards me.
I step back till i hit the bed frame and i fall backwards onto the bed.
"What did i tell you about asking questions?" His tone is dark.. really dark.
"I-I I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." I say.
"I knew this was a bad idea." He sighs as he shakes his head.
"You could talk to me." I say as i stand up.
He scoffs and chuckles at the same time.
"Please." He puts his hands on his hip.
"It's what you do in a relationship." I say without thinking.
He now laughs "What makes you think we're in a relationship?"
"Y-You told Lilly that i wasn't single that you're my boyfriend." Did i misread?
"It was to make sure she passed the message along to Brian." He says sternly.
"I told you that if i stayed the night it wouldn't change things."
"I know but-
"But what? There are no buts." He cross his arms.
"You don't want me to see anyone, you make it very clear that i belong to you. I give you everything, It's a little unfair that you keep things from me."
"You do belong to me." He says darkly.
"Why are you so cold?" I find the courage to ask.
He looks away, pain written all over his face.
"I knew your feelings would get in the way." He sighs.
He starts to put his suit on "I told you i don't do feelings." He grabs his mask and walks past me.
"Wait that's it?" I say in disbelief.
"You got too close. You don't know how to separate feelings from sex." He says coldly as he opens the window.
