My Boss

My Boss

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And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....
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I vowed to kill him. Not in passing, not in anger, but with every ounce of hatred I had left. I whispered it like a prayer, carved it into my heart the night Nevan ruined me. His name was a curse on my tongue, his touch a brand I could never erase. He was my enemy, my undoing, and I swore-swore-I would be his. Just long enough to break him. Just long enough to watch him fall. But Nevan never falls. He watches. He waits. He pulls me in with those sharp smiles and cold hands, threading his darkness through mine until I can't tell where I end and he begins. And now, here I am, wrapped in his arms, drowning in everything I swore I'd never want. My dagger rests against his ribs, his lips against my throat, and I know-this was never a war I could win. Because the real vow? The one I never meant to keep? Was loving him.

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