The Writer & His Secret Affections For The HitMan

The Writer & His Secret Affections For The HitMan

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In all of the rain, I saw him. He stood there staring back at me on the other side of the road. He stood without an umbrella, getting himself wet. And I just smiled a little, my smile went away when I saw the fact that he wasn't waving or being funny like all the other times. He just stood there blankly looking at me. I saw clearly that his hair was in his way again. I wanted to laugh at him but I really had to confess my feelings to him. I damned the fact I was in a dress and high heels as I ran to him, I endangered my self by running into the road just like. I didn't listen to the cars stopping or the beeps they gave me or how they screamed. All I wanted was to see him. His smile that made my heart beat skip a beat. His usual clothes:Hoodies, V-neck shirts under those hoodies, skinny jeans, converses. Everything about Alex Rand was what I loved. I loved him. But I wasn't suppose to love him because that wasn't in my contract. I was supposed to kill him.. And he knew that.
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[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

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