The Motorbiker

The Motorbiker

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He grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him, then he gripped my waist tight pushing me between him and the wall. "You're so naive, carina. " he whispered looking in my eyes, placing a strand of hair behind my ear. "What do you want?!" I said frustrated trying to get free from his hold, failing to do so.. He chuckled coldly before leaning down to my ear to the point I could feel his breath hit my neck. "That's for me to know only..." With that he left, on his black and white Ducati Desmo. (the new story of mine, It's something like the one I deleted. Ross isn't famous here!) It's PG-13 because of some chapters that have strong language.
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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