Наглость и надменность - худшее, что может быть в человеке, но как быть, если влюбленность застигла врасплох? Сумеют ли белые шахматные фигуры найти общий язык с черными, или наша партия обречена на провал?

"𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲." he said softly, almost a whisper. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, moving his hand to my chin, tilting my head up so I would be in his gaze. His hand softly ran down my chin, landing on my neck. He smirked slightly. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝘀𝗲." he muttered. My breaths became deeper and more fast-paced. "𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁?" I whispered, studying the way he stared at my neck. My neck tickled as he stroked it with his thumb. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁." ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── #𝟭 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗲'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁! - 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘆 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘢 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘯 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘯 #1 𝘪𝘯 𝘕𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

Screaming, disturbing, fuming, fucking. All the frustrations are being brought back to the surface by an old enemy who Elenor Roosvelt had cut ties with back in high school. That all came through as Eleanor gets out of the hospital after months and returns to her old job as Ski Aggu's manager. The complicated relationship from Joost and Eleanor's teenage years are brought right back where they left it off as she can't escape the man since she lives one bunk away from him in a tight tour bus. Will the hate turn into love, or will truth finally come out?