"Why, why are you here. God, I can't handle you right now." I said choking back tears.
"What the fuck does that mean! I know you love me, Andy."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me close, I pulled away from his grasp.
"Don't you touch me dally."
"You never cared, huh? What, you think I wanted an easy score? You wanna know the worst pain, hearing I love you, and knowing it is a lie."
I try holding back my tears, my voice breaking, "please, stay away from me."
"I'm never gonna leave," he growls
Tears fell like rain, from my eyes.
Am I not enough for him
His face angry, like usual, but it had sadness lingering in his expression.
He sees a tear fall down my cheek and reached his hand on the side of my face.
His hand lightly placed on my cheek, wiping my tears. His eyes on mine, looking for some kind of life.
I had none.
He killed it.
I softly put his hand down, and shake my head.
"I know where your hands have been dally, I'm sorry I can't. I can't be here, knowing your lips, your eyes were on her."
"That's it then? You're gonna just fucking leave."
That left a pain in my chest.
I didn't answer, the silence so loud as a train horn.
"Answer me!" He yelled making me shake.
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Dallas Winston. He's a thief, a liar, a cheater, and the most cold-hearted person you can ever meet. He has a reputation around here in Tulsa, Oklahoma and even down at the police station. Some of the cops are even scared of him. He built his way to the top of the rank, where he was untouchable. Dallas Winston just wanted to be loved by someone, seeing his horrible childhood, he bottled it all inside. Knowing that one day, all of his compressed emotions, would explode out of him with one single trigger. Maybe that's why Dallas Winston never felt anything after that. He never felt the true meaning of life or even love.
Warning: Mature audiences only.
"I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin.
"I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body.
I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money.
"How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes.
"Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections.
"Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly,
quickly eliminating that possibility.
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