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"What made you think that I gave two shits about that?" Raze asked nonchantantly. I stared at him incredulously. "Who asked you to care?" I retorted, snatching the cup from his hand and downing the corner of liquor left in it. "I sure as hell didn't. All I wanted was a quick lay and you proved to be very futile in giving it to me. I didn't say anything about more or beyond that." He arched an eyebrow at that before his head tilted to the side, as he studied me. I knew my blue-green eyes were red and bloodshot, but I honestly didn't care. He was staring at me at my worst and still thinking about fuck*ng. How like a man, especially one like him. "You want more, all women do," he responded. "Regardless of the fact that I don't want to be, I'm addictive, baby." "You're addicted, alright," I snapped. "Addicted to that bullshit you sprout. You weren't even that good. I've had better. Ten times better. My ex put more into it, than you did." I was lying, but he didn't need to know that. His ego needed to be put in check and I had no problem doing that. His eyes flashed for a moment before the words parted his lips. "Wanna bet, babe?" I barely had time to comprehend that he spoke before his lips came crashing down onto mine. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | MaLeisa Goosby
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"We share a fucking bed!" He follows me out of the bathroom, grabbing my wrist when I had turned my back to him. "What's fucking wrong with you now? You threw a bitch fit when you were at the hospital, and now when I compliment you, you're mad at me." "Maybe you shouldn't give compliments with the hope of getting me on your dick!" I snatch my wrist back, turning around to face him, but I smacked into his chest. He took that as an opportunity to grab both of my arms and hold them together behind me. "If I wasn't raised better, I'd spit on you." "And if I wasn't raised better, I'd kick your motherfucking teeth out," he gritted, shaking me when I struggled in his hold. "Would you stop!" He raised his voice, causing my insides to quiver, and my limbs stopped moving. "What is your problem?" "I'm not one of them," I spit angrily, "You can't make me look stupid before charming me. If you think you have to force yourself to compliment me in order for me to spread my legs, then you don't know me," I breathed harshly, my chest brushing against his body, and momentarily, his eyes flickered downward. "I'm offended. You think I'm trying to 'charm' you," he uses air quotations before slamming me against the wall right next to the bed, "When all I have to do is wink to get you to flood your underwear." "I'd like to see you try." I grind out, causing him to smirk at me. A different one this time. One that unsettled me. His lips curved up nicely, yes, but his eyes weren't sparkling with mischief. He didn't seem too happy with me calling him out the way I did. "Bet," he inhaled sharply before backing away from me, his smirk lifting higher, and it morphed into a beautiful smile. "See you at practice, bitch." Carson 'Storm' Speros and Raine Carter have a long way to go, battling through the abnormalities of their unique college and the tough time sharing a baseball team. Will Raine start to see the light in Carson and accept him? We'll see.

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