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...
"DOMINICK!" the door is barged open and Lyla and I jolt up. "Uh... what are you two doing?"
"Nothing, Ev. What?" I ruffle my fingers through my tangled hair.
"So you know how I've been talking to Zach?" she asks.
Oh right, here's the thing about Evelyn.
She's an instagram model and so is this dude from Italy, Zach.
They message back and forth, business of course.
"Yeah?" I tilt my head.
"Go have this conversation elsewhere" Lyla pushes me off the bed.
"God damn, okay" I smack her forehead and walk out with Evelyn. "What about him?"
"He has a charity event tomorrow, and I can bring a plus one! You!" she smiles.
"Where is it?" I ask.
"Italy. He already has a hotel for us! It's gonna be sooo much fun!" she holds my hands and I smile, kissing her.
"Sure, I'll go"
"Will your dad be okay with it?" she rubs my arms.
I nod. "It would be my mama you'd have to worry about" I laugh and she frowns. "Hey, I'm over it"
"I know you're not" she sighs.
"Move" Lyla walks between us.
I roll my eyes. "Would you stop being a bitch?"
"Fuck you, Archer! Fuck you!" she gives me the middle finger.
"Come on! Let's pack!" Evelyn drags me to her room.
"How long would we be in Italy for?" I ask.
"Three days" she says, pulling out a suitcase.
A whole three days with a douche bag.
**
"Doll?" I look around for my girl.
"She's in the gym" Dean exclaims.
"Dean!" I hear Lyla.
I laugh and follow her lively voice. "Hey crackhead"
"You're the crackhead" she rolls her eyes, putting down the weights.
"Well I'm about to head out" I look at her.
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"Okay?" she puts her headphone back in. I rip it out and she gasps. "Stop!" she pushes me. I pick her up and shower face with kisses. "Quit, I don't want your lips, that's been on Evelyn, on mine"
"Is that why you're mad?" I put her down.
"I'm not mad" she scoffs and I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not!"
