Bad Luck Good Girl
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Last published Sun, Feb 14, 2016
Everything about him screamed danger. Reeked of it. However, it feels somewhat warmer around him. The air seems cleaner, easier to breathe in but at the same time, I'm struggling to catch my breath. It's like someone swaddled me in the softest blanket, but it's full of holes.
He's full of holes.
And I can't decide if that's a bad thing.
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"You just made a grave mistake."
His navy blue eyes pierce my copper ones, gluing me to the spot I stand, leaving me breathless. The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"'Those who have not made mistakes, never tried anything new.'" Indirectly, I have challenged him.
I, Alyxandra Zimmerman challenged Matthew Green, bad boy extraordinaire.
Goodbye life.
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"Stop messing with me." He threatened through his teeth, his breathing as erratic as mine. I let out a stifled laugh. "Or else?" He inhaled deep through his nose, poked the inside of his cheek, as if he was trying to make a tough decision, all the while keeping such an intense stare on my eyes, it was almost uncomfortable. "I won, so you stop." James' mouth was so close, I could feel his words in mine. "Think again, Jamesie." I raised my left hand to his throat, holding the same dagger I had knocked out of his hand before. In the middle of all the rolling around, I'd managed to catch it. A strike of luck, really. James grunted a labored sigh and inched even further towards me. "You're fucking impossible..." His eyes flicked over to my lips. I felt my stomach tingle. "You're heavy." I complained, my voice a little more than a rasp. His index finger grazed on my jaw. "You can take it." [---] My life was perfectly fine. Adoptive daughter of a millionaire, unofficial leader of a team of private security, friend to many unstable, skilled fighters, free as a little bird to do whatever I wanted - as long as I kept it out of the media's scent. Then along came James Fucking Blackwell to ruin everything. Just because I happened to rescue him during my time as an asset for the US Army, the damn asshole convinced himself I was some sort of angel and wouldn't leave me alone. I hated him. Kinda. [---] All comments welcomed, but please be kind to one another. Possible TW: - cursing (a lot) - mentions of SA - mentions of miscarriage - depiction of violence - mention of weapons - mature content All rights of this story belong to me. Any similarities with real life are merely coincidental as the story is entirely fictional. Hope you enjoy reading <3
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