He starts kissing my neck. Slowly. Kissing every part of my neck. I can't bear it. "HR.." I am lost for words. What can I say? It feels heavenly, it's one of the best feelings ever.
"I have to go." I let it out. He gets off of me and lays on the bed beside me. He sighs.. I quickly get up and walk towards my Manolos. I stumble into them. "But why?" He asks me. Because I can't do this. But I'm too angry to keep calm and talk to him.
"You're not what he's looking for Anysha. My brother is a player, and a serious one. I can't see you getting hurt. Not from that bastard..." Seth's words haunt me, every day, every time.
He gets up and walk towards me, reaching for my arm. I jerk away from him. "Get away from me! You're disgusting." I say feeling grossed out. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks confused. "Just stay away from me." I shout. "You probably have AIDS." I mummer. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asks again.
"You're a man whore HR." I say as I walk out of his penthouse apartment and into the elevator. I press the G button and as I turn around, I see his face. His beautiful face, the sexy jaw line. His parted lips, that confused hot look, his just-fucked hair. "I hate you." I say as the elevator doors shut close.
*A real story*
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.