Withstanding Wyatt
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  • Reads 556
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 56m
Ongoing, First published Sep 16, 2017
Mature
"Like what you see?" He slurred, sending a wave of bourbon in my face. 

Drunken idiot, I thought rolling my eyes, finally shaking my nerves.

"All I see is a narcissistic ass," I spat. How dare he come in here acting holier than thou. "If you don't mind, I'd like to watch the rest of the video," I sassed turning forward.

  He remained silent, staring at me with that irritating grin plastered on his face. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" 

"Hmm, because I can see it now" he murmured, grasping a strand of my loose hair and tucking it neatly behind my ear. 

  The feeling of his proximity caused my stomach to hollow. His fingertips explored my neck. He inched closer, slamming another spiced scented breath in my face. "I will be the love of your life," he whispered. My body convulsed, and Wyatt  fell forward.

*** This is my first piece on Wattpad and I'm very eager to hear what my viewers think! Critics are welcome my goal is to publish this into an actual book. This is based off true events though names have been changed. I don't wanna give away to much more I just hope you enjoy!!!** - Disclaimers-
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Did my heart love till now?

10 parts Ongoing

**WARNING** This book will contain mature content and if you aren't a fan of it or it may offend you in any way you may leave now or you can skip the chapters as I will mention it in the beginning if it contains any R-rated scenes. Thank you for being patient 💕. ******** "You can't do this" I tell him congregating every bit of courage I could find in my bones. My denial doesn't seem to be having any effect on him at all as his hand crawls further up my thigh and dangerously close to where I my body aches for him... I try to move away but I can't it's like my heart doesn't want me to. "No Liv this isn't the time to let your feelings screw this over for you" I tell myself over and over again... "Stop this you asshole" I snap at him and jerk back with a force. This brings his all-too-well-known smirk back at it's place. My outburst doesn't surprise him anymore, if anything at all he only looks amused. His eyes are gleaming with amusement just like a child who has finally bought the toy he wanted. He is a devil with the looks of a Greek God. "Wait... did I just complimented him while trying to curse him?" "Yes you did just like the past I-even-lost -the-count-times" My subconscious rolls her eyes at me mocking me at the state of my misery.