The Hijabi's Best Mistake
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"Leave me alone!" I said pushing at his chest so he would let me go. Every step I took back he took another closer towards me.
"I knew I could crack your code" he smirked so accomplished with himself.
"What do you want from me?" I asked my eyes narrowed at him as anger flooded within me.
"One simple thing, only you can give me. I want you Madina, I want you to be mine" he whispered in my ear which caused shivers to run down my spine.
I squeezed my eyes shut, repeating his words in my mind. I opened my eyes staring into his stormy ones.
I put on the sweetest smile ever and said; "You wish asshole" With that I turned around to walk away.
He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me against his rock hard chest. Damn is he secretly a tree? I asked myself, but snapped quickly back to reality.
"Don't leave me" Bryson said in a broken voice, which caused me to furrow my eyebrows at him.
"Why do you care if I do?!" I yelled which made me flinch at my own voice.
"Because everyone leaves. I won't allow you to leave me. Not now, not ever Beads"
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