Bound by an arranged marriage,
Rose Francis and Devin Keller are forced to work and live together. She has secretly loved him since she was little but he firmly believes that she hates him just as much he hates her.
At one point everything will c...
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I gulp down my drink, the alcohol burning my throat. The loud music is weirdly annoying to me right now, I never find loud music annoying, that's when I feel alive but today I don't like it. I take another drink and start drinking again.
I'm sitting on the leather couch alone as all of my friends are on the dance floor. Jeremy is dancing with Maria and Connor is dancing with Madison.
I gulp down the alcohol when a slim girl approaches me. "Hey, handsome." She smiles at me. "Come on, let's dance." She gestures for me to get up.
"I would like to be left alone." I keep drinking.
"Oh, come on-" Her eyes falls on the ring on my hand. "You're married..?"
"Yeah." I say, glancing at the ring. My thoughts drifting back to last night. The same ring on her finger, how it felt when I touched it.
"Who... who is your wife?" She looks around. "Is she here?"
"No, she isn't." I say as if I'm disappointed by that.
"Then what's stopping you?" She says and I glare at her. Do I look like a guy who is a cheater?
I may have a reputation of being a total jerk but I can proudly say I'm not a cheater. "What the fuck did you say?" I snap at her.
"I mean, your wife isn't here..." She smirks at me. "So why not have a little fun?"
I'm about to put her in her place when my eyes look behind her and it feels like they might be stuck.
Rose is walking into the club, wearing that little black dress, the dress I got her. Her thighs looks so good. How does it feel like to be in between them?
That dress looks even more prettier than it did last time, she makes it look even more beautiful.
She has her lips painted red and it's taking everything in me to not walk up to her and taste them. How would her lips taste like?
I shake these thoughts away. Since when did she get so pretty? Or maybe she was always pretty but I never noticed it. But why am I noticing now?
I clench my jaw and look away from her, I notice how almost every guy is checking her out. I want to gauge their eyes out-
I look back at her, she is looking around as if trying to find someone and just then Maria approaches her, they both start talking.
"Are you coming with me, handsome?" She asks again.
"Fuck off." I say and make my way towards Rose.
She is standing by the bar with Maria. I walk up to the bar and order a drink, pretending that I didn't come here because of her.
She turns around to look at me. I look at her. She is even more beautiful up close. My eyes move over her features and those three beauty marks. She's perfect.
