𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1~ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚'𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚: 𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚
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"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul
"I don't care i...
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I was completely taken aback when I first saw the pictures of our kiss spreading across the internet. My heart sank as I stared at the screen, my mind racing. The image of us, a moment that had felt so private and intimate, was now being shared, commented on, and dissected by people I didn’t even know. The caption under each post seemed to echo in my head, amplifying my anxiety. A rush of emotions overwhelmed me with disbelief, confusion, anger, and a sense of vulnerability I hadn't expected. It was like the world had intruded on something sacred, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Each click, each view, felt like another piece of our privacy slipping away.
To clear my mind, I stepped into a long, cold shower, letting the icy water wash away the chaos of my thoughts. The sensation was both numbing and invigorating, helping me focus as each drop hit my skin. I stood there for what felt like an eternity, the sound of water drowning out everything else. When I finally turned off the faucet, the air was cool, and I wrapped myself in a soft bathrobe, my damp hair clinging to my neck and shoulders. I took a deep breath, feeling somewhat refreshed, though still unsettled. As I started to towel-dry my hair, the sudden sound of the doorbell ringing broke the silence. My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
My both brothers are out of the country due to some business and all the workers were on leave today.
I walked downstairs, my bare feet padding softly against the cool floor as I approached the main door. My heart raced, wondering who could possibly be on the other side. As I turned the knob and pulled the door open, my breath caught in my throat.
There he was, standing before me, looking impossibly handsome in a perfectly tailored suit. The fabric hugged his frame just right, and his confident stance only added to his charm. A smirk played on his lips, as if he knew exactly what effect his presence had on me. My eyes widened in surprise, taking in the sharp lines of his suit, his crisp white shirt, and the undeniable allure of his gaze.
For a moment, I stood frozen, still wrapped in my bathrobe, feeling a mix of surprise and anticipation.
His eyes slowly drifted down from my face, a dark intensity flickering within them. I could feel the weight of his gaze as it moved over me, lingering on the curve of my cleavage where the bathrobe had slightly parted. There was something primal and heated in the way he looked at me, a hint of lust simmering beneath the surface.
