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Phillip Kopus: Interview at the Door

You were interviewing Phillip Kopus for a magazine in New York, as hes considered dangerous and heartless. The magazine wants their own opinion, per your request. You grew up a year younger than Kopus at Walpole High school, and knew he could be charming.

You were a little scared when you finally arrived at the house he was allegedly staying. The house was delapitated, run down, but still a shelter from the elements. You see the big chevy Silverado he used to drive in high school parked off the drive. You make your way up the stairs, knocking on the door very lightly.

A man about your height meets you, his black hair pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Hey, tell me does Phillip Kopus live here? you ask. The man nods, eyeing you for a moment before heading back in.

honey baby, you look all kinds of familiar. He charms, a sweet smile on his lips and gently leaning out the door.

Im here to interview you. To show the world your side. You assure, holding up a pad and a pen.

So tell me. Whats a cute little girl doing here anyway. You trying to say big bad Phillip isnt so big and bad? Youre so innocent. He growls, a devilish smile on his lips.

Yea-yes. I believe youre innocent. You nod, trying to keep yourself composed as lust rages inside you. Phillip was no longer a lanky boy with a badass demeanor. He was tall, built like a lumber jack, his biceps the size of dinner plates.

You do. Huh? Do you think that now? He asks, reaching towards you, his big hand scooping your chin up to meet his eyes.

ye-yes. I do. He Yanks you through the door, lips inches from your own. You take in shaky breaths, unable to make a sentence.

tell me, dearest. How well youll do. He whispers, connecting his lips to your own and yanking you against his hard warm body.

Phillip Kopus! You quit it! Im here for business you big stubborn ass! You shriek, shoving him away.

A few days after the article was published, you took the second copy to Phillips for him to see her accomplishment.

you again? He growls, leaving the door ajar and walking away. You step inside and perch on the edge of the couch.

you here on business then? He asks, his brow lifting in suggestion.

nope. This trip is purely for fun. You wink. He gives a low growl, flying towards you and attacking you with kisses.