[Unstable Minds #1]
"Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn...
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dead·ly
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adjective
causing or able to cause death.
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“a deadly weapon”
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Warning:
This chapter contains an explicit scene.
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Ezio
I was sitting in my car still, not wanting to walk into the university just yet. My mind was all over the place but I can't stop thinking about the girl from last night. I should've woken up earlier or told her I wanted more than just a one night stand but the moment I woke up, I was lying there, alone.
I run my hand over my face and groan. I'm an idiot. I shouldn't be lusting over some random girl I met at a bar. It wasn't going to go anywhere, anyway but, if I do run into her again— she won't be able to get rid of me. The second I had her, I knew she was going to be mine.
I can still feel, taste, and hear her. A deep groan vibrated within my chest. My dress pants got tighter by my now growing member. I press my forehead against my steering wheel, clearing my head of the one thing— person that has taken over my mind.
I adjust myself and wrap my hand on the handle of my briefcase, letting a sigh out I step out of my car. Students scattered the parking lot, some late, some already ditching. I roll my eyes and continue my journey.
I stood in front of my class room's door, just staring at the small dents and cracks on the frame of it. I can feel the nerves eat at me. I'm never nervous, so why am I now? What's wrong with me? I hear the chatter of the students, I move my shoulder and try to relax my body's tensed muscles, I take a deep breath in. Time to make my entrance, my hands twitch upward, gripping the doorknob tightly and swinging the door open— rather hard. The loud slam of the door echoing throughout the room.
