A Binding Of Desire • HS

A Binding Of Desire • HS

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"Gen, please," His tear seconds away from being released. Never in a million years would I have thought I would see a man so strong, so uptight, cry; being on the verge of a breakdown. "I-I can't. I'm so sorry. I just can't anymore. I can't take this. After everything you can't possibly expect me to accept that. I have to be there for her. I don't want her to have false hope. No." I hurt him. I know that. The look on his face is more than evident of that. But how dare he! I have been through thick and thin with this man and he still asks such a stupid fucking question. "Why, baby, why? Haven't I proved myself enough?" The closer he gets the more my heart races. I'm closed in. No where for me to hide. No where for me run. It's all him. "Genevieve, please." I can't look him in the eye. "Why are you being so selfish?" My head snapping back to look at him, my tears paused, "Me? Selfish? Are you really fucking kidding me right now? The fact that YOU, with all the power and influence you have over the world, over people, you truly think that I'm someone you can manipulate just as easily? Oh fuck you, Harry!" "Since you asked so nicely." His lips smashed against mine. His very, very soft lips, may I add. As much as I want to, I can't fall for his empty promises. We can't afford it. *** Genevieve Rye has been a single mother for almost five years now. When she first had Estelle, she didn't think she could handle the parenthood lifestyle. But she did. And all at the mere age of 19, with just having to begin her freshman year of college and her D2 Volleyball scholarship, her hands were full. All thanks to a summer fling with a man she thought she knew pretty well for 8 weeks, having fallen head over heels for and not ever knowing if he truly felt the same. Mix in multi-billion dollar corporations, exes, love affairs, a little illegal activities, and a whole fuckton more, you've got yourself a classic Telenovela! Or so we think...
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( DO NOT OPEN THIS BOOK UNLESS YOU HAVE READ THE FIRST ONE WHICH IS CALLED 'THE BLIND KID') (COVER BY @inkedtattoos :-)) &quot; Can you take a picture with me, Harry? &quot; I ask. I touch his arm, but he jerks away. I hadn't seen him in person in forever. I back up. His lips curl into a smirk, Ray Bans in his hand and a bottle of scotch in the other. &quot; I'm sorta busy, &quot; He spits, starting to walk away. I grab onto his arm again and he angrily turns around, throwing his arms in the air. &quot; I have to go! Leave me the hell alone. You can get a picture later, &quot; He shouts. The anger in his tone was apparent and his teeth were clenched together. I almost whimper, when he freezes. He was acting ridiculous. The sad thing was that this has been happening a lot. Everything was fine and then he started having sudden mood swings and then comes along him being rude to fans. ' Harry styles rude to fans ' made the cover of every newspaper and magazine in the world. He was screwed. He later earned respect back from people, when the whole thing blew over. I could tell he was relieved to say the least, but his ego has gotten bigger and bigger, just as his popularity grew; One directions popularity. &quot; You sound familiar, &quot; He whispers, gripping the bottle of scotch. I was scared it might break. &quot; Do I know you? &quot; He ask. I nod my head to myself, but don't say anything. He didn't need to know. I didn't want him to know. I hated that he was acting like this. The Harry I knew would never do this. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek and I turn to walk away. The air smells odd and the blinking lights twinkle in the distant. I keep walking even when I hear his voice calling for me. &quot; Wait! Come back! &quot; He yells. I keep walking.

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