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Masquerade (Editing)
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2015
"So your the girl from tonight", he says coming inches closer.

" i-i have n-no idea what your talking about."
"Really because I remember those eyes anywhere." So how about this ... I make you a deal, he says giving me a devilish smirk.
"You work for me." Whenever I call you answer. If not I'll just have to spill your little secret to everyone at school. Also I asked my Butler Henry to get the footage so if you try to pull anything I have backup.

"Fine", I sigh a rush of guilt and sadness rush over me.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.