"So one week? That's all." He grinned, I was finally giving in.
"Just one week, no strings attached and then I'll stop bothering your bitchy ass." I narrowed my eyes. Nah, I don't think I'm going to do it.
"Well when you put it like that I can always go find someone else to fuck." This time he narrowed his eyes.
"No. I'm not relenting on this. Quite frankly I can't stand the ground you walk on and I always have this odd want to punch you in the face but honestly, you're hot and the fact that you don't just want to jump in bed with me makes you hotter. However, due to that mutual hatred I have a feeling we'd have great sex. So that's where the proposition comes in. Just one week, great sex, and then we'll both be on our way." I eyed him warily, that was well thought out for just some spur of the moment thing.
"How long have you been planning this Rider?" He smirked.
"Since the day you told me to go fuck myself and punched me in the face, Grey."
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Ever since she was little there's been a mantra that's been drilled into Poppy's head, "Don't mess with the Rider boy." She's heard it so many times, she finds herself repeating it everyday, as if it was second nature.
"He's bad news." They said.
"He's dangerous." They said.
"Watch out." They said.
But they failed to mention one key thing about Nicolas Rider, well more than one, he's an arrogant, self-absorbed, playboy prince who's used to everything going his way.
His father was a crime lord.
Her father was a police officer.
His father wanted her dead.
Her father wanted him locked up.
He hated her.
She despised him.
Makes for an epic sex life don't you think?
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