'I don't want your money, asshole.' I seethe as I shove him away from me.
'What you want and what you need are two very different things, mon amour.' He says, a smirk adorning his features.
'Fine,' I huff, 'I don't need you money, then.' I cross my arms over my chest, trying not to get distracted by the fact that his body was caging me to the wall. 'And don't act like you know me better than I do-'
'That's the problem, isn't it? I want to get to know you better, I want you to let me in,' He blurts out, 'But you're too damn stubborn to let me.'
I look at him, my eyes wide, stunned for a moment.
The way he says it makes me forget who I really am talking to. Is this really the man who would belittle people for the fun of it? It felt like he was exposing a silver of himself that, somehow, cared.
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Lana Auclair, a girl who is troubled by her past and present but still manages to hide it from the world, who earns money in a way that is both dangerous and illegal.
Blaise Carter, a boy overcome with his parents' outrageous expectations who takes his bitter reality out on the world.
What happens when these two troubled souls' destiny attempts to bring them together and their fates cross?
Is cheating always meant to be physical?
What if he emotionally betrays you?
But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman...
slowly forgets that you even exist?
(Short story)