"Never fall in love with the enemy," they say, but what happens when the enemy is way too irresistible?
Harmony thought she had it all under control, but one look from him and everything changed. She knew it was trouble, but his charm and mystery we...
3| weeks later Location: Quayvion's House Harmony's POV
Training is wrapping up, and we're almost ready to start putting our plan into motion.
These past few weeks, I've been busting my ass trying to learn all types of different skills from the guys. I mean, who would have thought I would need to know how to steal a car, shoot a gun, and throw down in a fight?
It's been intense, but they've been patient teachers—well, most of them, anyway. Quayvion, of course, has been his usual amount of asshole, but I digress.
Everything was starting to come together except me and Arianna's relationship.
To seduce men, Arianna and I have to sell these men a dream, a freaky fantasy, and right now we're barely selling soap.
Now, I am not going to sit here and say it's solely "her fault," but it's MOST definitely not mine. I am confident that I can sell anything to anyone, and she is the issue.
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"Can you at least pretend to like me? We've been doing this for an hour," I say, my patience wearing thin.
We're both standing on opposite sides of Trust, with Trust sitting on a bar stool in front of the island in the kitchen.
Arianna sighs, her gaze fixed on Trust, the silence is heavy between us. "It's not about liking or disliking," she replies, her tone filled with annoyance. "It's about figuring out how to work together despite our differences."
"What differences are you referring to?" I say, caught completely off guard. "Do you think I came up with this plan and decided to involve you for fun?" I question, raising an eyebrow.
"Because honestly, I think I can handle this all by myself, " I continue while crossing my arms.
"See, there you go with that cocky-ass attitude. Since the first day I met you, you've always given off this energy like you're better than me, but guess what, boo? You ain't," Arianna says while dismissing me with her hand.
"I mean, if the shoe fits, then I am going to wear it, because if I remember correctly, you were the one mad at me over a man who didn't want you," I shoot back, my frustration clear by my argumentative tone of voice.
"I guess you're not used to rejection, huh? Well, news flash, babes, just because you're easy doesn't mean you're desirable to all men," I counter, the tension between us escalating.
"You've got the shit all wrong hoe. He didn't want you, I mean who would? Look at you, and while we're on the subject, he was right for not liking you because look what you have turned around and did to him." Arianna responds sounding bothered.
"I am losing my patience... somebody needs to come get this girl," I thought, trying to keep my cool, she obviously wanted me to test out these new fighting moves Damien taught me how to do.
"Girl, you can't even talk, you are literally sleeping with the enemy right now, you'd honestly sleep with anyone that had a penis because that is how desperate you are," I say, which turned out to be fighting words.
Arianna starts to maneuver around Trust, attempting to charge at me, but Trust quickly stands up and grabs her by the waist, restraining her.
"Woah, woah, woah, woah," Trust intervenes calmly. "Ladies, calm the hell down. I'm glad you both aired out your feelings, but we've still got moves to make. Somehow, someway, y'all are going to have to find a way to get along."
Trust's calm demeanor and firm grip help to de-escalate the tension, creating a momentary pause in the heated confrontation.
Arianna, still visibly tense, attempts to pull away from Trust's grasp, but he holds firm, his expression unwavering.
"Let go of me, Trust," Arianna demands, her voice strained with frustration.
Trust shakes his head slightly. "Hell naw, not until you two can act like adults and figure dis shit out," he insists, his tone gentle yet authoritative.
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Fine," I say reluctantly, meeting Arianna's gaze. "Let's just focus on the task at hand. We can deal with our personal issues later."
Arianna glares at me for a moment before nodding. "I guess," she replies, her jaw clenched.
Trust releases Arianna slowly, stepping back to give us space. The tension lingers, but his intervention has provided a temporary de-escalation of our conflict.
