Zyan Bruce a hot bachelor famous strong successful businessman and a mafia boss ,no one want to mess with him untill they've death wish . he is everything but loving , is what everyone talk about him every girl love to die just to get one glance...
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Shock was understandable, the arrogant, selfish, coldhearted the oh so great zyan Bruce, standing in front of my door in his glory.
' But why is he going to murder me in my house and than leave my body in my bedroom.'
'What if he cut your lungs and sell them, he will get a good price.'my conscience stated.
" your lungs are not worthy much" he said stopping my train of thoughts.
" what" I ask. "Your mumbling" he answer I mentally slap my head for making a fool of myself again. I really need to do something this started to embarrass me.
"Move" he said "what are you doing here" I ask crossing my hand, making my face emotionless. He didn't reply.
He roll his eyes , he raise his hand mid in a air , " hey what are y-- he push a little not so hard but to make a space for him to enter. I huff in announce and close the door.
He sat on my couch waiting for me " what do you want mr. Bruce" I ask watching his face carefully for any emotion but like always emotionless.
"Why didn't you answer my calls"he ask . " because I don't want to " reply folding my arms in my chest.
" it's about today's-- " No I cut him off.
He signed " I want to explain" he said looking at my eyes.
" explain what" I ask boringly.
" about today" he reply.
" I am not intrested, you can save your explanation" I reply try to make my voice as cool as possible.
" no you have a right to know " but I held my palm to stop him. Why he is behaving like that, we are no one and it's not like that we are best friends not even a friend so we need a confession session.
" oh you don't have to" I said and take a chair far from him. My heart telling me to listen whatever he has to say but my mind another.
' really' my conscience ask.
' What' I reply.
' it's you who don'twant to listenstop blaming me' my conscience mock. ' I am not' I snap back and divert my attention to him, who is looking me like I have grown two heads. really need to do something. I make myself comfortable on my seat.
He signed " what you saw today it's not true" he said calmly. " she come to me and try to sedu-- I cut him off
" I already told you mr. Bruce you don't have to explain yourself, it's your life you can do whatever ." I said boringly but only I know how it irritated me.
