Harlow Cole
I laid on Jays chest as he ran his fingers up and down the sides of my body. I traced his tattoos with my finger tips as we laid in his bed.
"What's your favorite color?" I asked.
"I don't have one." He said.
"Everyone has a favorite color." I said locking eyes with him.
That stare...it does something to me.
"Dark brown." He said.
"Favorite food?" I asked.
"Steak." He said.
"Hm, hobbies?" I asked.
"Work." He said.
I groaned annoyed at his answer.
"I enjoy reading." He said.
"What kind of books do you like to read?" She asked.
"Stephen King." He said.
Interesting.
"Favorite desert?" I asked.
"Oh my god is this an interrogation?" He asked.
I laughed and shook my head.
"Tell me something about you that no one knows." I said sitting up.
He looked at me as he began to think.
"Hmmm, I hate small talk." He said.
"Why?" I asked.
"It's pointless and boring." He said.
"I guess we should stop the small talk." I said pulling away from him.
"With you...it's different." He said pulling me back.
I felt butterflies fill my stomach and shook them off. I can't take another heartbreak...no ma'am.
"How?" I asked.
"I don't know. It's just is." He said locking eyes with me.
It's just sex...I need to set some boundaries or figure out what the fuck his intentions are!
"What do you like to do?" He asked.
"I like to draw." I said.
"Like are you good at it or is it just a hobby?" He asked.
"I'm good at it." I giggled.
"I noticed something about your penthouse." I said.
"And what is that?" He asked.
"You don't have a tv, do you not watch tv?" I asked.
"Don't need to when all I do is work." He shrugged.
"Well you need to invest in one." I said.
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The Space in Between
Fiksi PenggemarJay Park is a man with no emotions, he's ruthless and doesn't care for anything if it isn't about the money. Relationships were off the table when it came to woman and he always made that clear. He looked at Love like it was a disease he didn't want...
