Dallas
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"Jaylen, I miss you. Just please, tell me where you are and I'll come and get you honey. It'll be better this time baby, I promise. I just kind of got out of control and lashed out. It'll never happen again. Just please, return this call so I can come and get you before something bad happens Jay. I love you, come home." That was the 20th message he had left in a matter of 10 minutes. Ladies and gents, let's give a round of applause to the biggest liar of all time. He said it wasn't gonna happen again last time. Look where I am now. Waiting on the number 51 train to come and take me away from my personal hell. That was the last time that I was gonna allow Jason to shape me into his rag doll whenever he saw fit. "May I have your name Miss?" I looked up at the grey-haired man, a good 63 years of age. He wore a perfect, but wrinkled smile on his face as he awaited my answer. "Your name?" He asked again after I hesitated to answer. I thought for a moment before answering, "Dallas, sir."
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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