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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 19, 2020
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Romance
"Thoughts of the future, of who I really am, and of war. Who am I meant to be? What is my destiny. Me and James were stuck on the elevator ride together. He had noticed the defeat, scared, worried, and anxious look I had. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. He sounded like he cared but I knew he didn't. I didn't answer him as I held myself in comfort. Out of random I blurted out a question I've had for a while. "Why do you hate me?" I asked him. The question sounded unplanned and sad. I kept my gaze down as I felt his eyes staring inside me. "I don't" it took him a moment to tell me, but he did. I looked up at him. I didn't feel okay and my eyes said so. He softly pulled me into his arms. My arms were folded against his chest. He smelled like heaven. His touch made my cheeks tingles and heat up. One of his hands rubbed my back while the other massaged my hair. I was confused, but It didn't stop me from enjoying the moment. As quickly as the moment happened, it ended even quicker...." ~part 10
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"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3

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