Playing With Fire

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"Who are you? What happened to my sweetheart?" She cried as she held his collar close to her.

"I am him. I'm Archie." A man with hair dark as a raven and a set of eyes deep blue as the ocean gazed at her from under the sheet covering his now naked body.

"No, no. This can't be happening. You liar. You murdered my puppy." She stared at him with clear hatred shining in her eyes.

"Well then, I can tell you about the things you love and hate." He joked.

"Yeah, and apparently, I hate liars, and animal abusers. Oh, don't forget I also hate people who stalks me and end up sleeping in my bed." She shouted with no breath taken.

He takes the opportunity to push her against the wall. He clutched her hands above her head as his mouth drew closer to hers. "There's nothing wrong with keeping an eye on what is mine." The sheet covering him felt toward their feet.

"M-me?" She stuttered as she eyed the object now poking her thighs.

"Obviously..."

She courageously lifted her head up and looked him straight in the eyes,"I don't remember ever being yours. In fact, if you recall you said you were my puppy. That means you are mine." She said as she pointed to the collar lying on the ground with a lopsided smile.

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Rosalynn is a red haired beauty with emerald green eyes. Don't forget, she has quite an attitude. One day, she finds a little black furred puppy in the front steps of her house. She names him, Archie. Follow along the updates to find out his secrets and her feelings. How will she cope about the fact that her whole world has been a made up lie to keep her happy?

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