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| PAISLEY'S POV!! | — ❝ ughh...things I do for attention ❞
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I'm right here.' She says. 'Ed. You idiot, You fucking blind fuck. I'm right here.'
A repeat of words in her pensive mind. Everywhere, she goes by his side to seduce him by softening her voice, twirling her hair when he speaks, or having her body rubbed against his.
All for a tiny bit of his attention, the desirable touch of his warm lips on her throat, his palm clawing her body to be chained like a prisoner.
It was easy at first. To have his eyes only glued on her, aching only to have Paisley as his girl.
Now, not so much. Not so much that his urges turned for the savory, burning sensation of alcohol entering his system. the pleasure of racing his vehicle down the neighborhood block like a maniac.
A new delight that soothes his needs. 'I want to be that need. I am that need. You can't see that. You can't replace me.'
Ever since her family moved to Beverly Hills, he was the first she made friends with. And had convinced her that it was worth the move and forget the life she had back home.
Beverly Hills is a fresh start. A perfect one. To have the American dream.
Before he knew her name. 'Darling or Cherry' was her nickname. To get her softened up, break the wall she had built up.
But she turned out to be brassy. Complaining on how humid it felt than Boston. Just to rile him up.
And he liked that. So much. Their friendship began to be more than it was—friends with benefits then, which drove her to have feelings. Be more than what they are.
Boyfriend and Girlfriend.
It's what Paisley wants. Not Edmond.
Nine months without him not longing for her irks Paisley to act impulsive and be sloppy in her flirts that tend to confuse him about her intentions.
