The next morning I was woken up by the sound of soft snorting. I propped myself up to see his tattoed back hunched over. I sat up, wrapping up in a blanket and crawled down to him as I laid my head against his back.
"Finally awake," he said as he shrugged me off.
I get out of the bed and come around in front of him.
I see him place a gold tray on the coffee table and direct me to stand in front of him. He grabbed my waist and hugged my chest as he buried his head in my chest.
I clutched his head and sighed. The embrace was short-lived. His phone rang. I grabbed it and read tried to read it to him before he snatched it away tossing on the bed.
He pushed my hair back and let me sit on his lap as he stroked my face softly and bit my lip. He grabbed my throat and softly choked me.
I gasped at first then closed my eyes and accepted the pain.
He choked me harder and whispered in my ear. "Where the hell is Summer?".
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Writing Prompt: Glimpse of Mine
Roman d'amourSimone, who is she? Sweet, loving but not the same. Plain like ice cream, sweet like salt and dainty like a babe. "He", was the literal man. So powerful so dominant. How could she not love his fast paced life if she was getting spoiled. She loved g...
