" are you trying to send me away? i own this resort!" he cried indignantly.
" your parents owns this resort not you. but anyway, i've got as much right to be here as you do.
i'm one of your costumers, and costumers are always right." i crossed my arms over my chest, challenging him him with my gaze.
he glared at me one, last time then turned his head away muttering;
" suit yourself." and other curses in a european language i chose to ignore as he inched himself on the edge of the beach towel. as farthest as possible from me.
minutes passed uncomfortably in silence and i had the strangest urge came over me at that moment.
maybe it had something to do with the fact that we were the only two left on the spot, or i had too much to eat. but whatever it was----it made me want to do something that in my book, was stupid.
with a capital letter S. i had the stupidest urge to turn my head in his way and look at him.
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The Vampire's Mistress
Romanceguy hater Angela Dawson only had one goal in her life: stay as far as she could possibly get from the three stuck-ups. Allen, David and Mark Amboise. the richest, snobbiest, and most gorgeous guys at school, particularly Mark, who's also her Arch e...
