My Show-Off: Dolph Ziggler
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  • Reads 15,480
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 31m
Ongoing, First published Aug 15, 2018
Nick threw the glass cup to the wall, causing it to shatter into hundreds of minuscule pieces.

"I don't love her anymore! You can rub it in my face and tell me that I do, but I don't Loren!" He yelled in my face. Though, I can sense the hurt, and care in his voice.

"Don't lie to yourself Nick! I'm always competing against her yet everything I do, will always make me come below her. Just admit it, you want her back, don't let me stop you." I told him with tears streaming down my face as I paced around but not getting close to where Nick stood.

He stepped closer to me, stopping me in my tracks, inches away from my face. 

"What can I do to prove you wrong?" He whispered.

He leans in closer and closer, his breathing became audible to my ears and his hands firmly gripped my waist pulling me closer to his body until his lips touch mine.

He kissed me passionately but gently. And I responded quickly with the same tenderness he gave me.

But all too soon, he pulled away, letting these words escape his lips.

"I love you so much Loren, nobody can change how I feel about you no matter what they try to do."
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His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.
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