Multiple Relationship Disorder

Multiple Relationship Disorder

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I looked at our intertwined hands with a small smile. I felt his chuckle rumbled through his chest. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my head. "Let me at least get a blanket, sweetheart." I nodded, shuffling to the side so he could stand up. He was about to stand up until he suddenly groaned and took his head into his hands. "Shit..." he mumbled as he rubbed his temples. I placed a hand on his neck, running my fingers through the hair at his nape as I watched him with worried eyes. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked, pulling my hand away. "Stop. You know I hate it when you call me that." he snarled back, shocking me. His tone was very harsh and mean. His face turned stone hard and emotionless again. "What the heck? Why did I place this on my clothes?!" He growled, grabbing the bowl and almost throwing it at the table, standing up and dusting off nothing. I was baffled to say the least. What is even happening right now? *Short Story*
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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