Caleb
Who the hell was that man? And how dare he touch her like that!
She is mine.
Hope. Is. MINE.
Hope.
What a beautiful name.
Hope.
"My Hope."
I whispered her name out loud and smiled at the sound it left on my lips.
She really is my hope.
Just her thought is like a ray of sunshine against my dark days.
Fuck!
Just her name calmed down my nerves, which was making me lose my sanity from the moment I saw her leaving with that man.
Literally in her arms, if I say exactly.
Watson Hendrix.
Who the actual hell is that man, anyway?
A tourist guide? Really?
I've been stomping in my room for an hour after wrapping up the event quickly and safely, thinking about her connection with him.
She isn't a tourist.
She has lived here for years.
At least that's what I got when I met her two weeks before.
Two weeks.
It's been two weeks since I last met her.
And it would be a lie if I say that she didn't cross my mind in between.
No.
She was literally on my mind 24/7.
Her mesmerizing eyes. Her long curls. Her breath-taking smile. Her innocent yet appealing aura. Her soft flesh. Her-
Fuck! I bet I can never get over the effect her soft skin has on my hard body. The way she melted in my arms when we first met. And the way she felt against me today when I held her body captivated against mine.
It felt so damn perfect.
So right.
And addicting.
The way she made me instantly turned on with her oranges and vanilla scent and her perfect body against mine, I swear I was a total gone case within a second.
She made me so hard even without trying to do anything.
Just with her existence.
Even in that boyish clothes, she looked like the prettiest girl in the whole world.
But- the question is, why did it seem that she tried to disguise herself behind those clothes and masks?
Why did she run away like that when the worker tried to stop her?
And what was she even doing there in that empty corridor in the first place?
God!
Her whole existence is like a puzzle to me.
No matter how hard I try to think, nothing makes sense to me.
Nothing seems normal about her. Nothing is certain.
Aside from the fact that I've fallen for that little girl.
And that she belongs to ME.
Yes, she's mine and now, there is no running back from my feelings.
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His HOPE
RomanceHope, a 25-year-old girl, lives in a Studio that is on the second floor of the bookstore that she inherited from her guardians, who are now dead, leaving her alone in the big dark world. She never stepped outside because they were afraid there was s...
