✴ Don't come looking for love. ✴
Jenny Harper - just an ordinary girl, who spent most of her life into changing mеn and womеn just to make them the perfect partner.
Now the 27 year old match-maker faces a challenge - the biggest bohemian in New Y...
"My face still has traces of you that won't allow me to forget about our kiss."
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I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. As much as the hours had passed, I still couldn't calm myself, on the contrary I was even more angry than I was before. Whatever I did, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
"Damn bastard."' I muttered, clutching the steering wheel more firmly. I wanted to go home as soon as possible, to order some food and relax on the couch with a bottle of wine.
While parking my car in the underground parking of the building where I lived, what happened from earlier again took place in my mind again.
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"You're into more buff looking man, aren't you?" Justin asked me through his teeth. I nodded, looking at him with a wry smile on my face.
''Exactly.'' I confirmed it.
The next thing I felt was how his hand grasped my jaw sharply, clutching it. I gasped out of the unexpected action. Till I could figure out what was going on, his lips stuck to mine in a rough kiss. His teeth bit my lower lip, pulling it so hard that I was almost sure I would feel blood any moment. I shrugged from him and instinctively raised my hand and then slapped him.
''Bastard!" I said through my teeth.
"Leave my office right now, if you don't want to be thrown out from the guards and never get into this building again." I threatened him.
"I'd be interested in seeing someone throwing me out of my own building, but I'll leave it for some other time." He laughed. There was not even the slightest trembling of pain on his face, and I could see my fingerprints on his cheek. "Have a nice day, Jenny, I'll see you again, I'm sure." He winked at me, then left my office.
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I shook my head, trying to get these thoughts out of my head, but my attempt was almost unsuccessful. I touched my lower lip with my fingers, which still hurt me and which I felt slightly swollen with the bruised bite. I hope that I will soon be able to get it out of my head because I felt like I was already going crazy.
As I waited for the elevator to arrive, I ordered a Chinese, which came about half an hour later. I sat down on the couch in front of the TV, opened a bottle of chardonnay and stared at "Friends". My evening was going fairly well. I managed to distract myself and get my head out of the events from earlier in the day. Later, when I was already lying down on my bed, my phone rang, showing me that I had a new message.
"You don't answer me in Instagram anymore and I decided to send it to you here. My face still has traces of you that won't allow me to forget about our kiss. - J "
