Dollface

Part 34

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I think I was attracted to his confidence, his ability to be completely sure of the things he does, and the way he effortlessly seems like he knows what he's doing, never wrong, never unsure, always confident.

Simon tossed a folder of papers onto the desk and sank into the leather seat. As he did, memories of last night filled my mind.

My cheeks flushed with heat, I lean back carefully on the couch, knees hugged to my chest as I examined the card Simom spread out on the coffee table.

I couldn't help but block out reality and think about how his lips felt; different than any other guy I've kissed.

Shit. Isa, stop dreaming.

I stand up and walk over to the kitchen, standing on my toes to grab a glass from the shelf, my body flinching as I turn back around, startled to notice Simom leaning on the counter.

I: Jesus, you startled me.

He didn't answer, his dark eyes looking deep into mine.

S: ...I'm sorry about your father.
I: Are you sure? Because you don't sound the least bit sincere.
S: I don't apologize if I don't mean it.

He said quietly, keeping his arms crossed over his chest.

I: Then there's a lot you have to apologize for.

I say, filling the glass with water, Simon's lips curve into a striking, flawless, cocky grin.

S: Dollface slow down. One apology at a time.

I scoff and shake my head, trying to hide the smirk that tries to take over my lips.

I: Maybe I'll just have to shoot you to get it out of you.

His eyebrows rise and he watches me lean back on the counter.

S: Shoot me?

He tilts his head slightly and grins at me with that devious smirk on his face. His body then moves in front of mine and he grips the counter with his hands on either side of my body. That's when I realize I was trapped.

S: Shoot me?

He asked again, his hot breath brushing against my lips.

S: You might not want to shoot me, baby.

My face heats up, making me break our gaze and look down at his feet.

I: Because you're going to shoot back?

I look at him with a small smirk, the tip of his nose brushing my cheek as he dips his head to whisper in my ear.

S: I'm glad you remembered.

A second later, my breath catches as he grabs my hips and lifts me up onto the surface I was once leaning on. He stares at me for a while, taking his time to watch my every move.

It felt awkward, but incredible in the best way.

Of course he was intimidating and made me feel tiny, but I didn't want him to take his eyes off me.

Not even a moment later, he leans into my face, licking his lips as he does so, my lonely lips becoming confused as he stops literally an inch from my face. The steam of his hot breath made me want to kiss him badly, but something told me to stay.

I stare at his lips, breathing heavily just thinking about it. The rough feel of his fingertips trails down my cheek to my chin, holding it in place so I look up at him. When my eyes meet his, I lose myself in the dark abyss that lay behind them.