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I love my bad girl

I love my bad girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 28, 2021
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Mystery
I was sitting here in the bar's vip sector looking at girls and women looking at me with those eyes like wanted to eat me but they cant . reason 'they are scared' I was getting bored and annoyed with those lustful eyes but suddenly I saw something or rather someone caught my attention black hair, jade white skin. unlike these gold diggers who almost wore nothing she was in hoodie.but the most beautiful thing that can absolutely leave you breathless were her deep blue eyes. the bartender brought her drink and I have saw something I swear I haven't saw till date in my whole life and that is 'respect'. the bartender have respect in his eyes for her. and at that moment I just knew that "I WANT HER"
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"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

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