"look at me when i fuck you" he whispered in my ear and grabbed my chin making me look up to his hazel eyes "next time someone tries to flirt with you, won't have eyes to see your beautiful face again, amore" a low moan escaped my mouth
"say it to...
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'im not going end of discussion!'
i was in the middle of an argument with my father, god this man never gets tired
'i promised to everyone that you were gonna show up to the company and you are!'
he wants me to go over to the company with him, why? i have no idea.
'you're always complaining of how i embarrass you in front of your co-workers and now you want me to come there?'
'well sadly you're my only kid! it's not like i have a choice'
i groaned and continued yelling like some maniac, god lately i feel like im going insane
'you can't force me'
'yes i can, you live under my damn roof so i have every right to control you young lady'
'that doesn't mean anything! i am not going there and there's nothing that can change my mind!'
he walked closer to me, like damn close. i felt the anxiety kick in, he hasn't done that in a long time.
is he gonna hit me?
'what are y-'
he came close, almost raised his hand but i could see him fighting his everything to not attack me, weird.
he usually would slap me at a heartbeat if i dared to raise my voice at him.
'you are going to the company. end of discussion'
as i was about to open my mouth again i felt all of my brain cells burn, a big headache like someone hit me on the head with a vase, but in reality nobody hit me, at least i thought so
in an instant move i felt everything turn dark, and i suddenly fell down, having no connection with the world
i just saw black and fell
did i just fainted?
'paris!' my father yelled and surprisingly he sounded kind of worried
the rest was a blur, i couldn't hear and i couldn't known anything around me
i constantly felt movements around me but had no control to open my eyes and was too tired to realise what was happening
the next thing i saw was my ceiling at my bedroom, miranda on top of my head and my father sitting at an armchair
i sat upright while holding my head that felt heavier than ever
