ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢

"You forgot one thing when you entered my game, sweetheart."

"And what may it be?"

"I always win every single game. If I don't, I make sure no one else reaches the finish line.'

. . .
I didn't take the words he spoke to me seriously. I didn't have the guts inside of me, or maybe it was just the fear that swirled in the pit of my stomach. Though, my heart thumped when my gaze had landed on his exquisitely dressed self. This man that stands in front of me, screams danger wherever he walks. But why is it that my soul is being pulled to him as if he's a magnet and I am cobalt?

. . .
I told myself a long ago that I wouldn't let my heart fall for someone. Then what is this feeling I get when I am around her? I just wish to hold her in my warm embrace, have her little fingers wrapped around my large ones and to have her sitting on my thighs. At the bottom of my stomach, I knew I wasn't meant to be the one. But why did my heart squeeze just at the thought of it? Or why do I turn sweaty when something happens to her?

. . .
"You're crazy.."

"I am all different kinds of crazy, sweetheart."

. . .
I had taken her challenge too seriously, but, who cared? Her challenges fuel the burning desire inside of me, and I want her to feel every flame against her skin while she melts off under my hold.