Better You Than Me

Better You Than Me

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He slammed me against the wall, holding both my arms on top of my head. "Well if you wanted to fuck me that bad you could've just said " I chuckled " do you think you're funny?" "Very" I replied challenging him "Do you ever just shut up?!" he gripped harder onto my arms I screw my eyebrows mockingly "Aww..are you mad?" I teased getting closer to his god-structured face. Just as he was about to close the gap between, I slipped out of his hold with ease and watched his eyes widen with shock before turning back to stone cold within seconds. "See you around rider" I spoke leaving the room.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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