CHIKLIT/ROMANCE
"BULL! You still love that useless prick!"
"Harley!" I cry, "It's not him that I want! I lo-"
He punches the wall, forcing my favorite memory to shatter across the floor, "I'm going to kill him!"
Haunted by her memories, Liana...
Today, we are about to be swooned or mushed...you decide lol!
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"Thank you, Mr. Rolland," I said as set my hair behind my ear.
I heard a voice, an unfamiliar young man's voice question, "Who is this, Grandpa?"
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Standing directly behind Mr. Rolland was a man. A gorgeous man. He had tousled blonde hair and blueish-grey eyes that reminded me of a cloudy sky right before a summer storm. He was about an inch higher than me, so I thought to myself he must be at least 5'6' or 5'7. His biceps were protruding from his white cotton t-shirt and he wore light-blue jeans with a brown belt and a buckle that had an image of a raging bull on it- not that I stared too long in the general area. I was just being observant... of course.
Anyways, I am sure if the timing wasn't off, I probably would have run across the room and acted like a desperate school girl or horny old toad, but my heart had been broken buy my gay best friend and my plate was too full for dessert from this small town I had just fallen upon.
So, instead of reacting on my natural desires, I looked him directly in the face and smiled the best I could without giving away too much of what I was really feeling.
"This here is my new hire." Mr. Rolland explained.
The man crossed his arms and leaned against the frame of the door, "Your new hire, huh?"
Mr. Rolland nodded his head, "Yep."
The young man snickered, "No wonder you were so quick to rid of, Earl."
My face felt hot. I didn't quite see the humor in his statement, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
Mr. Rolland ignored my question, "You got that right! She's a beauty, isn't she boy?"
I tucked my hair behind my ear. The temperature in the living room increased by about twenty degrees, "Umm...Mr. Rolland, I don't know about all that, but-"
The man smiled warmly at me. He strummed his finger across his chin, "Yes Grandpa. Yes. She Is."
Mr. Rolland laid his hands across his lower back and arched as far back as he could, "Welp, too bad for you. She is going to be too busy painting the town red to put up with any of your swoonings."
