Dominick Jakson Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Dominick is a dangerous, dominant, aggressive, ruthless, and heartless soul after the tragic death of his best friend... his mother. He toys with girls and breaks their hearts in an instan...
I burst out laughing. "That shouldn't even be a deal! I don't even know you, asshole" I push him off me.
"And I don't know you, but boy do I want you mine" he smirks, looking down at my short height with his tall height and trailing his finger up my stomach.
"One," I smack his hand. "Don't touch me. Two? You think I haven't heard that?"
He raises an eyebrow. "Mmmm"
"All my life I've been the property of men" I walk closer to him.
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"Hmm, not something I'm use to, but I can work it out" he says with a devil smirk.
"What do I get out of this?" I look up at him.
"Being with me twenty four seven!" he throws his arms up.
I roll my eyes. "If I win this deal?"
"Then I'll never bother you again. And I can snap my fingers and you'll never be the property of men again" he winks.
"Tempting" I move my first to my mouth. "Should I trust you?"
"You shouldn't. But you will" he tilts his head.
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"Deal"
We both smirk.
**
"Where the FUCK were you?!" Sebastian, my boss, slams his hand down on the table.
"On my own" I cross my arms.
"YOU WILL NOT DISOBEY ME, LYLA!" he slaps me and I winch in pain. "OR SHOW PAIN! WE'VE TAUGHT YOU BETTER! SAY IT!"
I grit my teeth. "I am not a weak"
"AGAIN!"
"I am not a weak"
"AGAIN!"
"I am not a weak"
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" he shouts and I scoff before walking off.
