I entered the restaurant . I saw her sitting in the VIP section lost in deep thoughts , so lost she didn't even noticed my greetings . I sat down a started little bit of talk , I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes seemed to sparkle with a mixture of anger and determination, making her even more intriguing. As I continued to observe her, I couldn't deny to myself that she was beautiful, but the anger that simmered beneath her surface only furthered his curiosity.Even I also don't like the idea of marrying someone from our rival family just to be on good terms . I get it she must be having some fancy dreams about her future husband but I am a dream of every girl .
"Step back Miss Westwood " I said with a grin on my face, mocking her
"To think of that Mr. Rosevelt you've got some tough competition here . I'd like you to know that you're not dealing with a weak girl who comes from a rich background, but with a self-made women " she said these words, looking directly into my dark black eyes .
"Welcome to my burning hell Miss Westwood", I said with a smug expression, my smirk widening as I added "oh, pardon me, 'Sweet merciful crap' . I just couldn't help myself from adding that touch of sarcasm". uhh feminism. As Hazel spoke her mind with fire in her eyes, I couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. It was clear she was not the weak, spoiled brat I had initially taken her for. Her confidence and determination caught me off guard, and I found myself struggling to maintain my usual cool exterior. The way she looked at me, like she was challenging me, only fueled the fire burning within me.
Her witty retort was unexpected, and I found myself amused by her audacity. Closing the distance between us, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, her soft voice laced with a hint of threat.
"Well, we'll have to wait and see who'll get burned in this little game of ours," she retorted, closing the gap between us and softly whispering in my ear. "But here's a word of advice for you, Mr. Rosevelt: the one who's going to burn in this fire might just be you."
My jaw tightened as I felt the heat of her body next to mine. Her closeness was both tantalizing and infuriating, and I couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to assert my dominance. But her words struck a chord within me, as the thought of being burned by this game we were playing sent a shiver down my spine.
I leaned back, breaking the intimate moment, and met her gaze once again. "Is that a challenge, Miss Westwood?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous.
Hazel smirked, seemingly unfazed by the menacing tone in my voice. "Take it as you will, Mr. Rosevelt," she replied, her eyes sparkling with defiance." But I assure you, I won't back down easily. "
I chuckled darkly, intrigued by her stubborn attitude. It seemed like this game of ours was going to be more entertaining and dangerous than I had anticipated.
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Graveyard of Heaven
Romance"Step back Miss Westwood" he said with a grin on his face, mocking me "To think of that Mr. Rosevelt you've got some tough competition here . I'd like you to know that you're not dealing with a weak girl who comes from a rich background, but with...
