Parties and late night drunken states meant everything when it came to Clover Paige; especially if it meant leaving her wild thoughts behind and losing herself in a bottle of Jack Daniels. Her name is just an illusion, you would think anyone named C...
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"Light is easy to love. Show me your darkness." — R. QUEEN
HIS CUNNING SMILE was the most disturbing yet beautiful sight to ever set foot on this planet.
Clover watched in fear as his eyes skipped over her face and landed on the man's almost limp body. Her breath caught in her throat and it was like there was no more air around her.
"Silly, bastard." Weston said tauntingly. His shiny black dress-shoe clad feet stepped over a broken piece of the door as he made his way closer. A strand of his dark hair fell across his forehead as he bent over. "Did you really think you could get away from me?"
She felt her eyes widen as Weston grabbed the stranger's arm and yanked him off her. There was a quick relief in the atmosphere as the pressure of someone else's body on top of her got released, but it was easily thrown away as Clover watched him turn the safety off his gun.
The man on the floor groaned out in immense pain.
"Any last words?"
She wasn't clear whether it was her severe anxiety and fear that made her do this or just her awkward personality, but Clover bursted out into booming laughter.
Weston's eyes flashed in anger and jerked his gaze over to the young woman who was giggling uncontrollably. He let out an annoyed snarl and shot her a threatening look. Ignoring her, he grabbed the sleeve of the man's suit and yanked him up on his feet. The young man didn't even break a sweat.
Clover grabbed onto her stomach and snorted rather loudly. She paused for a millisecond, realizing what she had done in front of a handsome man, but then went back to laughing when she remembered she didn't care. This all vanished when the loud bang of a gun being shot went off.
Yelping in shock and horror, Clover immediately halted her giggles and began moving away as far as she could. Her back ended up hitting a wall with a thud and she tried swallowing her nerves, but her mouth felt like the Sahara Desert.
Someone had been murdered in her apartment.
Clover released an ear-shattering shriek and covered her eyes with the palm of her hands. She had seen a lot of disturbing things in her life, but seeing a man's brain blown out on her walls was something entirely different. The poor girl felt like throwing up.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" She whispered to herself as her breathing became erratic. The sound of a lifeless body smacking the floor sent a jolt through her spine. Clover squeezed her eyes shut tight and felt an unsettling pit in her stomach.
