"What the hell, Paige?"
Cyane glared at slim figure standing in front of him, no doubt clad in the newest trend of fashion, her crop tops-whatever woman nowadays called-while exposing some skin around her waist.
"Hell is non-existence currently, give or take a few shits." She answered as she bounced her butt onto his bed.
"No shit, Paige." He was still burning with fury, but he was more interested in his iPhone, which was still in her possession.
"And I should be the one asking, what the hell are you doing?"
"None of your business." He replied while trying to snatch his phone from her.
And he failed.
"Since you're my fake boyfriend, it's kind of my business."
"Give. Back. My. Phone." He hissed through his gritted teeth.
She smirked. "And if I don't?" She taunted.
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Wild Risk
Short Story"I...I like you." Had the both of them have the courage to take the W I L D step and omit all the R I S K in between them... Copyright 2015 By Angie All Right Reserved
