Make Me Stay

Make Me Stay

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I've never fought for anything in my life. Everything was handed to me on a silver platter, everyone loved me and everyone respected me.That's what happens when you are a Williams, the descendent of generations of hard work and dedication to the family business. But when rivalry endangered my family's status my sister made a choice, thus making all the weight fall on me. I refused to pay the high price, so I ran away as fast as I could. What I didn't know at that time was that as much as you try to avoid it, you can't escape your destiny and less if it is cold, mysterious and unbelievably attractive. ❌❌❌❌❌❌ Dry. That's how he was in one word. He was covered up head to toe by tattoos, each one of them telling a story and hiding a truth. His sister and his friends were the only ones he kept around, until her. Coming from two completely different universes they'll have to find a way to get through whatever it is added to what already is a difficult equation.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.

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