His One & Only
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Last published Sun, Mar 29, 2020
I should've noticed.
The linger of his gaze on my lips during the interview, his pupils dilated, and not just because of the dimness of the room. The fact that he would call me in for the slightest of mistakes I would make, even if someone else had done the exact, same thing. The casual hand he would put on my shoulder when he was explaining something to me; as if he couldn't have done that from his chair on the opposite side of the table. The way his eyes would roam down my body and back up to my face again, all part of a repetitive, twisted cycle. The span of his attention seemed to always be on me. But that's the thing. I hadn't. And it was surely going to come back to bite me on the rear end. But only time would tell. In the meantime, I would be regretting my life decisions.
Oh, why had I decided it would be a good idea to work a part-time job?
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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as he stared across the table at me. I could seriously drown in his eyes. He was intoxicatingly attractive and he had to know it. That's why he was acting strange around me. For some reason, he looked at me as if I was the only one there with him. As if nobody else were here. And his voice... it pained me. It actually pained me with how utterly seductive and husky it always sounded. And the way he smelled all the time. I don't know why he smelled so strong, but I didn't mind. He smelled like evergreens and a hint of mint. It sounds like a bad combo, but it dizzied me with how lost I got in it. The thought of not being able to control myself, my thoughts and feelings and body when I'm around him, infuriated me. I was so good at holding myself together now, and he just unraveled me so easily, leaving me a mess. I wasn't the slightest bit afraid of him, and I had no idea why either. Just being in the same room, I felt like I didn't have to look over my shoulder. I didn't have to worry. I didn't even know who he was, and he still drew me in. "So, you were in California before? Why did you move?" Grace Hatfield asked, looking at him. She is our school's college and career advisor. She took me in and adopted me a couple years ago. She even gave me her last name. A saving grace. Why had she invited him here? Why did he come? He turned to her with a smile and a shrug. "Guess I just hadn't found what I was looking for yet." Something about the way he said it, sent a shiver down my spine. Why did I feel like there was so much more meaning behind his words than he was letting on? "Well, I hope you find what you're looking for." Grace said, and he turned to me with a devilish smirk and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Something tells me that I will."Complete
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲." ────୨ৎ──── "You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us. Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively. His gaze drifted lazily over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts visible above the low neckline of my tank top. The air thickened with anticipation as we stood facing each other, neither willing nor wanting to break the electrifying silence that hung between us. I tilted my head up at his tall frame before speaking, "How would my brother feel about his best friend checking out his little sister?" A dark chuckle leaves his mouth, Matío traced lazy circles on my lower back with his index finger. "Your brother left me alone with you, remember? So I guess it's fair game." His voice dropped huskier than usual as he leaned closer to me, his minty breath fanning my neck. He's toying with me, But it won't work. "That's not quite how that works." I respond, pushing his chest to back him away. He won't win against me. Will he? 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑
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