Zaria's Infamy

Zaria's Infamy

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Hot guys? She doesn't like it! Smart people? She doesn't like it! Girl friends ? She doesn't like it ! Gay people? She 'MIGHT' not like it. ROMANCE NOVELS?!!! She LOVES IT! Zaira battles a false reputation that has driven its way into her life. She has a clear mind set ahead of her and is quite determined to accomplish her goal. Finish college , get a job , NO distractions! She doesn't entertain the idea of repeating. Let's just say she is quite tight-fisted when it comes to money and very selfish about her feelings and sharing it with others. Zaira has spiked the interest of a certain male in her college. Not because her beauty outshines the others or her skills are quite outstanding or that she is most intelligent but because of a controversial reputation she has rumored to have earned in the classroom. Is this infamy messing with her mind? Or is it the reality of burning hormones and suicidal curiosity ?
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His rich, velvety voice sent thrills down my spine as he spoke my name. His intense, mesmerising gaze focused on mine, making it impossible to look away. As he drew me closer, his powerful arms wrapped around me, and I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. The aroma of his fragrance, a seductive blend of spice and musk, filled the air, making my heart race and my senses whirl. It's as if every aspect of him is intended to captivate and enchant me, keeping me completely entranced. Release me," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up as I stubbornly avoided his gaze. He let go like he had forgotten to do so. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve, pretending I was calm, while secretly screaming inside. Why is he just standing there? Say something, idiot! Finally, he broke the silence. "So, why were you ignoring me?" he asked in low, almost accusing. "Why would I ignore you?" I lied without flinching, acting like innocent. But he wasn't buying it. "I saw you," he said, stepping a little closer. "You ducked behind a door like you were dodging bullets. You thought I wouldn't notice?" Ugh, busted. I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I just didn't have any reason to confront you," I replied, crossing my arms as a shield against how close he was now. He leaned in slightly, smirking, "Oh, but you had plenty of reasons to hang around those guys at the swimming pool, huh?" he shot back. "I was just... talking," I said defensively. "It's called being social. You should try it sometime instead of lurking around like a spy." He chuckled, "Lurking? Please. I was just passing by. I was surprised when I saw you laughing with those guys like you were starring in some rom-com." I refuse to back down. "And what if I was?" I challenged. He didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head with a mock-thoughtful expression. "Then I guess I'd have to remind you... there are better options around " he said, tapping his chest casually.

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